This morning was a trip with a friend to Otto & Sons in Fillmore for
I'd been to it before but she had not, and as always, it was so satisfying to watch her have so much fun.
|Over a hundred varieties of tomatoes.|
|Three weeks until Rose Days. We. Will. Be. Back.|
|No, not just tomatoes. Herbs and lupine...|
|...and more herbs.|
|Hydrangea. Will start the bluing tomorrow. I thought I'd lost it last summer, but it's already twice as big as it got last year.|
|Planning to get this Cara Cara in the ground this year. Got one orange off her last year and it was delish.|
|Always happy when the Japanese Maples recover. Hoping to pot them into forever pots this year.|
|Dutchman's Pipe doing well. Watched a propagation video so will try to make more. Not giving up on trying to attract the Pipevine Swallowtail.|
|SQUEEE! Amaryllis, and they should be Apple Blossom. Finally. Fingers crossed.|
|Passion vine recovering for another year of Fritillary butterflies.|
|One Apricot Chiffon poppy. Hoping for seeds and more.|
|Geum Totally Tangerine. Have it all over the yard, and blooming in several spaces.|
|Lots of volunteer milkweed for the Monarchs. Yay.|
|I think cutting back is helping the Milkweed..|
|Hot Cocoa again. Planning to dig up grass for more rose space.|
|Just Joey. My favorite. Smells wonderful.|
|Thrilled that poppies are popping up everywhere.|
|Skimmed the winter algae off the top of the water and was thrilled to note that the half-dozen finger-sized pieces of elodea had exploded into a whole forest of itself in the pond. The fish seem happy to have it to hide in.|
|Most of the goldfish school survived the winter.|
|This lily had gone dormant down to the soil. These leaves have appeared just this week. Tomorrow - feed!|
|Brugmansia 'Charles Grimaldi' already in its first flush.|
Rested and did a little writing before heading into town for a get-together with Timber Hawkeye, author of Buddhist Boot Camp. Got my times mixed up and arrived late but just in time to see a dear friend and owner of Mrs. Figs' Bookworm, our delightful little independent bookstore, reading aloud from Douglas Wood's gorgeous Old Turtle. When she finished, Timber led us in a five-minute meditation to rest with what we'd heard, then we enjoyed a conversation about the lessons from the book. We ended with another short meditation, and I headed directly to the restaurant where my son was playing drums with singer/piano player Michael Falcone.
The juxtaposition of the two gatherings - a quiet discussion with meditation into a bar atmosphere - disturbed me, but I chose once more to take it as a lesson. When you know what you don't want, you know what you do want. I was practically dancing through the day, it was such a happy time. Only to come screeching to a halt in the restaurant.
I don't think I'll be hearing him play there again. Even the little wine bar with the jazz groups doesn't have that tinge of sad that this place does.
Fortunately, I came home to a clear night scented with orange blossoms and lit with a sliver of moonshine to be greeted by our old, crippled, dopey Lab who gives constant lessons in unconditional love.
All is well with me.