It is a spectacular day here in The 'Kan EWA and one of the reasons we cheerfully suffer long winters, bad roads, cheezy politicians and no BevMos. We're waiting for spring. And we know summer will follow. I am positive that Homer himself wrote another epic poem about the time when the lilacs blooms here in The 'Kan and it's laying in some museum in Iraq, waiting to be completely translated. Because no less than Homer would do to describe a day such as today.
The Chow Nation has been quite busy with the winter clean up. I figure when we're all done, we'll have pulled out 100 dead roses. Never have I had a winter where I lost one-fourth of anything, let alone my roses, which I pretty much value over anything else in my life. (sshhhhh.)(The problem with the roses has always been that I can't winter them in the safety deposit box.) The rhododendrons looks just fine; the hydrangii sleep still but they will rise and burst forth with blossom as per their commitment. I know them and they are just dogging it. (ouch. pardon the expression.) It's the roses who have checked out of Bellemaison.
And I say fine. Anybody who doesn't want to be here with me and the Chows has my blessing to hit the road and walk. Today, we will have the supero-exquizitee basil, feta and fresh tomato on white french bread with garlic red wine vinegar dressing luncheon sitting in the woods behind the pool. We will wash down this ambrosia with iced tea, double lemon!, and wonder just what the hell people who don't eat feta cheese do about life, anyway. How do people live a life without feta?
And we will regale and rejoice in our positions of being Head Gardeners in the most beautiful garden on earth and about being together. We will throw the ball, play with the stick and then take another little walk around.
And say a prayer. We will say a prayer.
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
The Chow Nation has been quite busy with the winter clean up. I figure when we're all done, we'll have pulled out 100 dead roses. Never have I had a winter where I lost one-fourth of anything, let alone my roses, which I pretty much value over anything else in my life. (sshhhhh.)(The problem with the roses has always been that I can't winter them in the safety deposit box.) The rhododendrons looks just fine; the hydrangii sleep still but they will rise and burst forth with blossom as per their commitment. I know them and they are just dogging it. (ouch. pardon the expression.) It's the roses who have checked out of Bellemaison.
And I say fine. Anybody who doesn't want to be here with me and the Chows has my blessing to hit the road and walk. Today, we will have the supero-exquizitee basil, feta and fresh tomato on white french bread with garlic red wine vinegar dressing luncheon sitting in the woods behind the pool. We will wash down this ambrosia with iced tea, double lemon!, and wonder just what the hell people who don't eat feta cheese do about life, anyway. How do people live a life without feta?
And we will regale and rejoice in our positions of being Head Gardeners in the most beautiful garden on earth and about being together. We will throw the ball, play with the stick and then take another little walk around.
And say a prayer. We will say a prayer.
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
2 comments:
spring has sprung. it's b-e-a-utiful! are the lilacs still blooming??
I still can't figure out what happened with the roses this year. It seems like the snow would have protected them. I am sad for your loss. I didn't lose as many. I agree about feta... just thinking about that lunch made me wish I had some for lunch tomorrow. Darn.
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