Spring Scents Sunday
Today began with the closet shelving and clothes hanging bar crashing to the floor–it’s still there. Could it be that I have too many clothes?, I asked myself. But I thought, it is too nice a day to spend indoors cleaning up that mess. I’ll tackle it, well, hmm, when is Dapper G due back from Kentucky?
My yard is wafting with scented flowers: daphne, viburnums, and crabapple blossoms. I could just flit, barefooted, through the yard in my starched white muslin, lace-trimmed, Maypole-ready dress and drink in that heady scent.
Instead, I cut some branches, placed them in a vase, and positioned them near an open window which sends the heavenly perfume into the rest of the house. It makes for a good kitty litter foil.
Oh, by the way, there’s this annoying weed that spreads spider-like from the crown. It’ll even climb up over other plants sneakily, uninviting. I tried to find the name of it in my handy, Fully Illustraed, Authoritative, Easy-to-Use Weeds handbook but couldn’t find one that quite fit its description. I know it’s not a spurge or purselane–I so wanted it to be a Scarlet Pimpernel–simply for the sheer Dickensian name . . . O, so romantic . . . perhaps that would make it more acceptable–somehow!
One only has to pull at the crown for the entire bugger to pull loose, but it’s just that the entire garden is covered with them! I know, I know–everything has a purpose ( . . .turn, turn, turn . . .), right? Perhaps it’s enriching my soil with nitrogen and covering the ground to avoid erosion–this weed and I will have to make peace one day, but until then:
Ode to The Weed
If that offends anyone’s sensibilities, think of it as the weed talking back to all the gardeners in the world. So there.
By midday, I take a break and hunker down with a yogurt and a few gabs to some friends. While I was peering out the window into the garden talking to S-, the glass panel on the screen door came loose from its moorings, listed toward my face, and came ashore on my forehead. Oh, Dapper G, where art thou?
One of my calls was to a woman who posted her desire for free perennials on freecycle.org of which, of course, I have an abundance. I initially wanted to pot them for her myself, but the daunting task of spring-cleaning the garden is monumental especially if I am to keep up with the tsunami-surge of this year’s unexpected Spring. Besides, I didn’t need one more thing added to the list. However, good deed done. Thepetalpusher pushes, yet again, her petals.
Well, time for dinner. I have two choices: Chester’s cheese danish or spaghetti. Which shall I choose? (There is protein involved in the danish, isn’t there? Wink, wink!)
Daily Gratitude: 35 minutes in the chaise on the deck
Quote of the Day for YOU: Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. ~Carl Sandburg
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- Fragrant Flowers Worth Putting in Your Home (redenvelope.com)
- Butterfly Weed – Why Would I Put A Weed In My Garden? (nicolebrait.com)
- scent memories (things-she-said.org)
- Things To Do In The Cottage Garden In April (romancingthebee.com)
- Spring Weeding 2012 (curtissannmatlock.com)