As I was about to stick a gazania into its hole next to the church parking lot, I got a call on my cell from B., telling me the weather forecast: it's supposed to snow down to 3500' tonight. I immediately thought of Pippin, who is weary of the cold, and wondered if she is getting snow tonight.
I was a bit chilly myself, but at least I had gone back in the house to put on more layers before driving off with my garden tool kit, because there was no sunshine or warmth. And it didn't ever get up to 60° today.
The north wind was blowing, but the filtered light was perfect for taking pictures of all the flowers there at church -- if my shutter could keep up with the fluttering of blossoms.
Look! A hose is lying around even at church; someone was washing her car nearby.
There are several people who do yard work on the property, but I pretty much take care of the containers. Several times a year everything I've planted seems to look good together, but often things are a bit ragged or odd.
Today I added some snapdragons so that when the poppies and pansies expire from heat, perhaps the snaps will be making a show. I planted a lovely pink geranium in an empty clay pot.
I haven't had much to do with this rose display lately, but we all are currently raving over the giant apricot irises.
|My favorite cistus|
I know there was noise of traffic on the street, but it was a long time before that entered my consciousness. I heard mourning doves as I was wiggling clover roots out from the bed of ajuga. The neighbors seem to have a new bird, which I couldn't see, but it cried like an angry peacock. Bird calls impress on my brain more easily on cloudy days.
Three hours is about my limit for at stint at church, weeding, planting, trimming, feeding, and carrying buckets of garden waste to the compost heap. All the bending and stooping must be worth a few pilates sessions; I recover by walking across the property to the next half barrel or perennial bed.
But this afternoon when I pulled into my own driveway and saw all the weeds in the cracks, I couldn't bear to go into the house until I had hacked away at them for a while. Now I'm hoping to rest up and stretch out enough to have stamina for Vigil this evening.
I checked the weather, and it looks like Pippin will likely be having "snow showers." That girl needs a greenhouse. But here, of course, we are not that high, or cold. So I can say, bring on the thunderstorms!