Friday, June 24, 2011
Everything is coming up roses...
We used to have a camper that we parked in this space, but now I have utilized this area as a flower garden. I've planted some of the flowers that I received from my students.
I have the blackest thumb, but for some reason, these are looking pretty spiffy. We recently transplanted the rose bush in the background on the left, (you can zoom in by clicking the photo) which never did very well at all in the back yard. It is flourishing here on the side of the house. Every other day it surprises me with a different colored miniature rose in shades of pinks, yellow, salmon. It is gorgeous.
The azaela bush is going to produce deep pink flowers and grow wide and tall. The flowers in the planter seem to love the full sun. It is 80 degrees, sunny, breezy and I am happy.
This is my new, summer haircut.
To my right is our Bosnian neighbor's garden, and those six footers are Bosnian beans climbing up poles. They remind me of Jack and the Beanstalk. I used to tell that story to my first grandchild. Paw-paw would bellow, "Fee-fi-fo-fum" and chase Ashley through the house as she giggled, "Catch me Paw-paw."
Funny, the things we remember. She came for a visit, sat outside on the patio and shared her wedding plans and the book of ideas with us. Her date is next May 19th.
She said, "Grandpa, would you dance with me at my wedding to a very special song?"
We imagined a touching ballad, a traditional wedding dance song.
She said, "I want you to fast dance with me to Itty Bitty Pretty One, (a 50's rock and roll song) like you did when I was a little girl. You used to twirl me, and you'd let me dance on your feet. I remember that."
Brought tears to Bill's eyes. Made me so proud of him. He is the best grandpa ever.
Every man's memory is his private literature. ~Aldous Huxley