A little of this, and a bit of that....
One nice thing about having crepes for supper is that there is always a bit of batter left to have pancakes and bacon for breakfast.
On my second cup of coffee I sit down to write what I had meant to write yesterday, before I got waylaid in the garden. I went to the garden shop the other day to buy a bag of onion sets which I planned to pot up with a few lettuce plants and a bit of swiss chard. In all innocence I drove the half mile to the Garden Shop, knowing full well what danger awaited me. Don and Anna's nursery is just a shade less threatening to the wallet as Knapps, in Penticton.
I came home with another second year Foxglove, a Donkey Tail Spurge, a sturdy Campanula, four containers of sweet smelling allysum and two Dusty Miller's, a bag of summer bulbs and a Wisteria Vine that called to me softly, insistently, as I wandered the greenhouses. I know that Charles would shake his head indulgently, and in my mind I asked his advice about where to put the Wisteria!!!!!
And, of course, the onion sets!
This morning I will go and pot the summer bulbs; in layers, lasagna style, the Ismenes on the bottom because they are the biggest bulbs, then the Liastris to attract butterflies, and finally the Acidantheras for their beautiful fragrance, These are all white flowers, and I also have a white dahlia which I will put somewhere in the mix -
I envision them on the porch, at dusk, wafting their beautiful perfume through the open door.
Before I go out I will stop at the piano, as is my wont each morning, and play a bit of Scott Joplin. But also I will be brushing up on my organ music as I have committed myself to playing at the funeral of an old friend and I am not terribly brave about this, but I do want to be competent, and confident.
This afternoon my DIL and I will make the trip to Penticton (with camera) to go to a concert at which our oldest son will be singing. And then out after to a Birthday tea for his MIL...a nice afternoon to look forward to.
The terrible events in Boston have saddened life, and brushed it with a shadow of disbelief at the incredible evil that seems to pervade the world. Is it worse now, this evil, or were the dreadful massacres of the past also a reminder that it is always with us, - that we must be aware and vigilant and actively retain the inclination towards goodness, compassion and moral strength. I hope one is not being naive in thinking that this could be a force that will eventually overcome evil.
In the meantime (how easy it is to say this casually, from a distance) the small pleasures of life here are good, and assuage the loneliness.
Come out with me to the garden and we will a-potting go!!!!!