It was a rainy afternoon.
It was the gentle kind of rainy afternoon when you can leave the windows open and let the house fill with the fresh wet scent of growing things. It was the kind of rainy afternoon that after you check on the new pigs (sleeping) the new ducklings (sleeping) and goslings (sleeping) that is just perfect for crawling into bed between a child (sleeping) and a cat (sleeping), while your dog curls up next to you on the floor (sleeping).
It was a perfect, sleepy, rainy afternoon.
Sometimes you need vacations from your vacations. We had a great long weekend but I was glad for today’s rain induced napping opportunity!
John tells me there is a space in the world for white flowers,
that they are too often overlooked in favor of their flashier companions.
This may be true,
or it’s that he’s color blind.
Either way, around here, a rose in November deserves a little recognition for being brave.
Just for being,
no matter the color.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Roy G. Biv
Snapdragon, nasturtium, viola, hosta, iris, petunia, and pansy. All photos from today except the iris, blue is a tricky color in the garden!
If I could rearrange my garden as easily as my photos I’d be surrounded by rainbows!
Most of the time my gardens look better in my mind. In my own theoretical universe I shower them with time and attention and they reward me with a constant show of blooms.
And sometimes the beauty of reality puts my dreams to shame.
It’s foggy, misty, rainy and muddy in that way where the damp and chill seeps right to your bones.
But inside the greenhouse the peas are blooming!
As I experiment and learn in the greenhouse I may not yet have figured out how to make much of a meal for the family during the dark days of winter but there is no better food for the soul on a day like today than green, growing plants.
Early this spring the girls were with me in the greenhouse helping to plant the celery seeds.
They had their hands in the dirt as we transplanted the young plants into the garden and were eager to man the hose and help water them through the early summer. Once the celery was ready to be harvested they took over chopping it all by themselves so that I could freeze it for this winter.
But, despite what the “experts” say, I’ll bet you a doughnut they won’t touch it when they see it floating in their soup this winter.