“
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the Spring
a young man’s fancy lightly turns to
thoughts of love” ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson
It
is 55 degree’s and showery. Knowing
that it is going to be the norm for the next couple of days I spent a few
minutes yesterday taking pictures of the iris that were blooming.
Pale yellow ones that my grandmother planted 40+ years ago
Huge ones from
my mom
and some my friend gave me that her mom had planted years ago.
And
to my surprise I am finally going to be rewarded for my patience by blooming
wisteria.
Several year’s ago I realized that what I thought
were grape vines climbing through the trees on my grandmothers neglected
property was wisteria! I transplanted a
small vine in my yard and waited…and waited …and waited but now I just have to
wait for the flower to open.
The
man, #1 son, #2 son and Sir T went out on a charter boat this weekend. The man didn’t catch a thing but #1 son
caught one bluefish and #2 son caught four and got bit! Sir T never even baited a hook as he spent
eight hours bowing to the stainless steel head after succumbing to the urge to
purge seasickness. And I am sure while
in the midst of it he had to be thinking….”I paid for this for this agony?!” If anyone would have thought beforehand they
would have had some Dramamine but even the captain of the ship doesn’t keep it
on hand. They intend to go back out
another time, maybe a shorter trip to see how Sir T does while on the
meds. They are also thinking of doing a salmon
fishing charter.
While
they took the weekend off #2 daughter babysat both days and I mowed several
acres, repotted about 40 tomato plants, sorted through some fleece that was
given to me and roto-tilled a friend’s garden. Saturday evening #2 daughter and I picked up our Chinese dinner, came home to catch up on a show we have been missing and enjoyed a man-free house.
After running around all weekend I am enjoying the more mundane moments spent
cleaning and doing laundry today. I
gleaned some rhubarb from my friend and made rhubarb
lemonade concentrate. I had pinned
this recipe a while ago and was waiting for the rhubarb. I mixed a glass from some that wouldn’t fit
in a jar and I will be making more of this....after I try canning the rhubarb pie filling that I pinned.
And I have been knitting...nothing big just garter stitch but it feels good to have the needles back in my hands, so I am heading toward my chair now.
1 comment:
The Iris are gorgeous. I have a few, but they are very plain purple. Nothing fancy.
Congratulations with the Wisteria too. My Grandmother had a Wisteria Vine, and it covered one entire wall of the house, and had gorgeous blooms every year. I hope yours thrives and gives you many lovely blossoms too.
:)
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