April 15, 2009

Happy Anniversary! And other flower stories...



Today is our wedding anniversary...these are the beautiful flowers my husband sent to me. They are from my very favorite florist, Arena's. I love having fresh flowers around me.
Alas, a gardener, I am not. My reputation is very bad in this regard, I prefer not to go into it...(someone said something about houseplants reaching out and grabbing me as I walk by, "water...please", totally untrue they just don't like me...too much water, too little they are never happy!) I have come to accept this limitation and believe in the old Persian proverb (I paraphrase, please forgive), "If of thy worldly goods, thou art bereft, and to thy store, two loaves alone are left, sell one and with the dole, buy a hyacinth for your soul." So, into the grocery cart and into the tote at the farmers market on Saturdays, there will go flowers. I love them all equally, each in their season.

The houseplants dead or dying are whisked away to compost garden (I know you gardening types probably don't like this either, fungus, bugs, whatnot) and replaced with new ones. There, all better. Mr. B. is always in denial on this, he insists there is still life and hope despite the dry crackling sound of all leaves and stems present. Take a peek at this beauty in his office and...I don't think this little guy has a prayer of propagating again either!




Maybe you can tell I'm a little miffed about this "black" thumb thing, but it is spring again. This means I will be sucked into that vortex known as the "backyard". Here is where my skills really excel...not! I manage a very odd looking herb garden, only by sheer will. I love to cook, and I AM good at that, so I need fresh herbs. So, off we go to the nurseries (yes, plural) when it is finally planting season, here in the northeast, sometime in August (only kidding) er, May.

Mr. B. poor guy, used to try and please me and buy every plant I oohed and ahhed at. Consequently, there is no rhyme or reason to our planting beds. We just sort of put things we liked here and there. Let's just say it has an eclectic feel. Now, he ignores me when I tell him, this or that plant is great for arrangements and can't we just plant it next to the curly willow, lilac, black raspberry and strawberry garden? "Are you going to take care of it like the amaryllis, hydrangea, peony, garlic garden?", this usually shuts me up. For a little while.

The truth is, he does work very hard in the yard (hey, there's a rhyme!), green, soft grass, pretty container annuals, hanging baskets for the porches, an "interesting" vegetable garden (the grandchildren are afraid to go in it) that grows giant sunflowers next to lettuce, grape and berry trellises. (Phew...if I could only grow plants the way I do run on sentences!) Somehow it all works and it really says...us!

Thank goodness we live in a place with a short growing season.

Happy Anniversary, honey!

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for the smile! I love to garden... although my back and knees are beginning to send me notes that say, "Uh, hire a gardener, please." But since that is not a possibility, and I'd only be kneeling next to the gardener away, concerned that he might be pulling a perennial that he mistook for a weed, I'll settle for my bent over hobble, but delight in the restorative properties of the great outdoors. (BTW, being from the Midwest our growing season is only about 17 hours longer than yours! So, pain for 3 months... I can take it!) Anyway, thanks again for a delightful read... and happy anniversary!

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  2. Hilarious....love the plant in the office...I needed a laugh too!!

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