Rosa Granada

Yesterday was everything a summer day should be — sunny and hot. I went to the Norwich Farmer’s Market in the morning. The local strawberries are in; the peonies are abundant. In the afternoon, we went swimming in Lake Pinneo. The water was so cool and fresh.

Coming back from my morning walk with Cammy, I noticed three roses in full bloom in the front border. They smell heavenly. They are right next to a stand of peonies that I transplanted from a shadier border four years ago. The peonies finally started blooming last year and they have a lovely rose-like scent.

The garden is doing so well. Right now the goldflame honeysuckle is the star. I didn’t prune it as severely as I have in the past and it has taken over the central part of the fence. It is frequented by a ruby-throated hummingbird — always a delight to see.

I wish I could say I knew what I was doing with this garden, but it’s a lot of luck. I inherited some of it, but have tried to focus on adding new perennials. A lot of the plants I inherited are listed in my flower encyclopedia as “tending toward weediness.” This seems to be polite gardenspeak for “don’t touch this with a ten-foot pole.” I’ve tried to contain or eliminate the more aggressive of these species, and have met with some success.

Still Life with Labrador

Cammy O’Rose, June 22, 2005

She is old, but not old enough to sit quietly while I work.
Her cold nose bumps my left hand, warm tongue
Slipping out to taste the salt of my palm.
She sits back and waits; staring at me implacably,
Her liquid eyes saying: “Take me walking now.”

Midsummer Night’s Update

Garage/Office, June 21, 2005

It’s taken almost two months, but some wood finally went up on the garage today. The site work was difficult; those difficulties were compounded by weeks of rain. But today, at last, the smell of freshly-sawed lumber was in the air.

Here it is — the actual summer solstice. I could take the gloomy point of view and say it is all downhill from here … the days are growing shorter and shorter until we’re deep in the heart of winter darkness.

Or I could say, it’s a beautiful night and we are going to go walk Cammy in the moonlight.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man