It's the 1st of June and, remarkably, the sun is shining and the temperature is balmy and it's my perfect idea of a summer day. The garden is a total riot of color and bloom. Mrs. Anna Hummer is still sitting on her nest, still glaring at me every time I stand at the window and peer out at her in the Portuguese Laurel. There's a breeze. To top it all off, it's Sunday!
Even though it's the weekend, I have things I should be doing. I should be ironing. I should be working on my two canvases for my online painting course. I should be unloading the dishwasher and washing the kitchen floor and all that sort of thing. What I did was hang out on the front lawn and do bad sketches and worse water coloring jobs of my glorious poppies. And I don't care a hoot if you think them amateurish or silly or anything. I got to hang out, in the sun (in the Seattle area, fer Heaven's sake!) on the first day of June with my poppies. That's a good enough reason for me to do bad sketches and worse watercolors of those suspect sketches.
The way the sunlight glows through a poppy petal is pure magic. It's summer in a glow and a color and it just emits joy.
Yesterday, at the local Farmers' Market, local veggies were abundant. And beautiful.
I bought a couple of bunches of these baby Walla Walla Sweet onions and a bunch of garlic chives and asparagus. I made a pot of delicious soup. And homemade creme fraiche to go on top, with garlic chive blossoms and asparagus tips. It is gooooooood.
|Photo by Don Whitebread|
Even my new solar powered garden lanterns are working like a dream and cast a soft, mysterious light throughout the garden. This one is hanging in a New Moon Japanese maple and it is especially delightful with the maple leaves surrounding it.
Life is good.