One of the the things I enjoy most about gardening is the way that the plants I grow will occasionally surprise me. The bulb that I forgot I placed in the fall ground will provide a lovely surprise come the spring. That plant that I least expected to succeed, not only succeeds but thrives in the soil. This spring, the rhododendron bushes that grow on either side of my front porch steps qualify as that kind of surprise.
The plants are always lovely, of course, but last year's winter was rather rough for them and come last spring they didn't bounce back as much as I would have liked. I did some garden research to diagnose the problem and trimmed off some dead branches early this year. hen I promptly forgot about the rhododendrons. Or at least I did until this past week when the bushes exploded in color, with a lavish display of deep purple flowers.
I’ve grown weary of the daily Trump ignorance and mysogyny. I think that the void in GOP leadership is terrifying for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Winston Graham’s The Angry Tide), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… jack-o-lanterns, Halloween decorations, Fall mums, cool mornings, black cats, witch hats & broomsticks, cheese trays, You Tube hair videos, Fall sweaters, watching JT cross the finish line, my teal coffee cup, planning treats, sunrises, sleeping with the windows open, good books, visits with family, Ken Burns documentaries, and the feel of a sweaty workout.