I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God
it would be in a garden at the cool of the day.
- F. Frankfort Moore
|Vintage hutch as "night light"|
A very good 57 ° F. If 209 days to the end of the year does not sound like enough time to finish "the list" you've made. Try 5026 hours- the amount allotted as I type.
|Monarch caterpillar on succulent collection|
At 5:50 AM , the birds must have still been in their bathrobes. You could hear their morning hymn, but it would be another hour before they were seen at breakfast. Look closely at the miniature Money Tree. The caterpillar is hanging (maybe he could use a cup of coffee???) right where he squiggled about yesterday.
|My garden's untamed heart|
The skies aren't crispy blue yet. Which suits me fine. Cornflower blue skies in this corner of California signal it is warm enough for candlesticks to loose their perfect posture.
This morning's light called to mind what Rosemary Verey wrote in The Scented Garden (1981)-
" Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background."-
|Daisy- like feverfew and blue borage hug the fountain- or do they?|
|Where did the feverfew go? The garden as unfolding rainbow|
Look closely. Notice the peach-Popsicle like buds of the daylily are waiting for just the right moment to stand their watch. Next week, likely the iris will be obscure green bladed leaves without the blossoming stalk. The rainbow will change to display its warmer nature in full blooming daylilies and the ever-awake 'Betty Boop' Rose.