“It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose,
it has something of the cabbage rose’s voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it
sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall,
making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had
still appeared to be a living beauty.”
“The End of the Year as We Know it” Stephen Colbert and Michael Stipe from REM
“Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find them out; you will discover that they drink, or steal books, or speak sharply to cats. Never trust a man or a woman who is not passionately devoted to geraniums.”
― Beverley Nichols,
It’s been rough here in the Finger Lakes this summer. Usually our spring starts in late March and by April she is in full swing, compete with semi-warm showers that bring……..well you know.
This year there wasn’t much of a winter and it seems we just skipped a proper spring and shot right into summer. It’s been over 90 degrees here for more days than it has been ever in the 9 years we’ve been here. In South Florida my 1950s house had no heat. Here our 1840s house has no AC and most of the downstairs windows are painted shut. Yes really. Yes still. We usually have a couple of days of 90+ weather a season and the rest is rather reasonable. And we DO have opening windows in the 60 year old addition (relatively new one’s even) and in our kitchen, so the typical 70s & low 80s days pass by with a few box fans to keep us in comfort. Not this summer. We’ve been in the mid/high 80s pretty consistently and as mentioned, 90s. A lot. The box fans blow around nothing but hot air. A lot of hot air.
What we’ve NOT had a lot of is rain. We are in a massive drought. A dangerous drought. Hoses have been banned. Grass is burnt to a deep crisp, if it’s even still there at all. Which most of ours isn’t. I’m grateful that I swore off a garden this year after two depressing years of tomato & potato blight late in the season. Yep, months of work wiped out in a few days flat. Meh. This year I would not have had the water means to even get that far with the plants. Even our trees now are majorly stressed.
Silver lining (there is always one if one looks hard enough) – Only about 4 trips on the on my special summer friend Johnny (Deere) this entire summer. I mean I do like Johnny but not every other day as we have been used to the last 8 years ;).
And today, TODAY the skies opened. Not for long, but that they did. And I snapped a picture or two to remind myself what it looks like in case I don’t see it again. ‘Cause I ain’t holding out hope, but I will for the white stuff. Come on November!
“……He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground
signals the snowdrops it’s time to grow…..”
Jack in the Green – Ian Anderson/Jethro Tull
The first snowdrops of Spring appear under our willow tree at Studio Moon, NY
SPRING, BLESSED SPRING!