Like with the iris I find it sort of magical that we can see this sort of color in the world. This is a local clematis, somewhat bedraggled but in full expression right now.
Last year I tried growing marigolds from seed, no go, and by the time I realized that, and I went to three local plant places they were all gone so last year in my little community garden plot I was sans marigolds. I tried growing them from seed again this year. Even in my fancy new hydroponic little garden with coir instead of peat as a growing medium here at home. No go.
So, I had on my schedule this week, I was going to get on a bus and go across town to my favorite nursery early, May Day, and get me some marigolds. But I instead participated in that the meeting with the retired lawyer mentioned in the previous post. But yesterday outside the grocery I spied a small display of your basic bright orange marigolds.
I picked the healthiest looking plant and negotiated it and my groceries home on the bus, sad that it wasn’t organically grown and how I have been known to compromise, albeit rarely, on this. I took it down to the garden with another tomato plant I had grown from seed in the coir and put them in. The tomato plants would probably fare better if I waited and let them grow stronger before putting them in but oh well.
Kes and Most Honorable made the big move into a retirement community this week. I am so proud of them. It was a three-year process and very intense. They did it thoughtfully and intentionally and in so many ways it is a gift to the rest of the family.
A bit hard on their cat Henry with all the disruption but now they all can adapt to the new environment. They are doing an estate sale with professionals and then showing the house, so they didn’t have to live with that disruption.
We were talking about this in class this last week. About moving house and thanking the house for all its generosity during a long and busy life there and I mentioned something about all the houses that have been moved in this neighborhood I live in.
One of the folks participating in the class sent me pictures afterwards of a little house he lived in for years not at all far from where I am now. He has fond but complicated memories as it was a place that young people live, sort of run down. He had been keeping an eye on it via the internet, and it recently has been fixed up and staged to look much bigger than it is and sold for about 10 times what it went for 40 years ago.
On my way back from the garden yesterday I stopped by and took a couple of pictures of it and shared them with him. He now lives out of town after having a fall and a minor stroke, so he doesn’t get in here too often.
Speaking of pictures Mr. Boulder is quite artistic and likes to draw as well as write and make music. Yesterday he went to the Portland Art Museum for a visit. He is enraptured by the capabilities of his iPhone. Later in the day he figured out how to text me pictures he had taken at the museum. 24 of them! It is interesting what he chose to take pictures of. One gets a feel for his sensibility.
He wants to go back and draw things.
I appreciate your notes on my previous post. Thank you. I am absorbing all this slowly as I make my way through this wild rich life I have going on.
Loading comments...