Greetings!
Earl
Grey and I, Earl with his bergamot flavor, enjoyed our devotional
time together this morning. For a different experience, we moved from
my comfy library to the dining room which I call my sun room because
Craig designed nine windows on three sides.
You
know the wonderful view I see from my library window, but I neglected to share
with you this view of the back garden. We can sit and enjoy my
bouquet of roses displayed on the table, the last picking for the
season, sad to say. This Caribbean rose has a mild scent. I love the
apricot color; some people label the shade a cantaloupe orange. Sounds
pretty enough to eat, right? I chose this flower for my
memorial service folder. My friend Jean took a beautiful picture of
this rose years ago. I didn't tell her I saved the picture for that
purpose.
This
morning, the azure blue above hid behind a low blanket of fog, but I
see promise of a bright clear day to the east; especially if the ducks and beavers both win their football games tonight.
My
dining room resembles a indoor blooming garden—orange lipstick
plant, purple African violets, fuchsia colored cyclamen. Since never
remember the name cyclamen, I keep the tag in the pot, on the back
side of course, so not to detract from the colorful plant.
As
I enjoy this morning view, I see two burning bushes looking fiery
red. The plant displays a bright red glow for several weeks, then goes naked
as the leaves drop off.
Purple asters peek from behind lavender Russian sage. I love this
type of sage because its silver leaves and stems show all winter long. I only
wish they stood up straight on their own. Any suggestions?
The
snowball bush, as tall as a tree, turns red this time of the year. A
few persistent white balls hang in there to the end which reminds me of another
promise of spring.
An old, rusty bathtub full of small hardy geraniums sits behind the hardy ferns
my husband brought home from the forest. Oh, oh, that shovel work
might register as illegal now.
One
of my favorite garden arts peeks out under our fifty-four year old
grape arbor. The crop doesn't appear large enough to make grape juice
this year. The Lord already knew my freezer hides too many full juice
jars from yesteryear. I believe you gals know what I mean—out of
sight, out of mind.
I
also see the Mexican orange hedge with white blooms again under the east
and west windows.
I
could say more about my view, but I think you got the picture.
Thanks
for stopping by for a cup of tea.
Enjoy your chocolate without guilt!
Happy Birthday!
Carol, Aunt Leona, Sharyn, Tom P., Erik, Omaira, Brian, Betty, Bonnie, Lynda, and Clyde.
Love
and blessings to you all!
Juanita
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