For Wordless Wednesday.
A friend bought a house in Portland, Oregon. Last spring he was redoing the yard: all edibles.
“Wait,” I say, “what about the roses? Didn’t you say there are roses?”
“Yes,” he says, “Digging them up. Do you want them?”
“Yes!” I say.
I visit in Portland and drive back with three roses, roots but not much dirt, in a plastic bag. I think two are red. I plant all three in my front yard, with the deer fence. As high is is legal.
And here is the first bloom: an immigrant to Washington, a transplant, another color, a surprise! Lovely!
We hiked Mount Zion yesterday. Home, showered, and then rest. No, Miss Boa did not hike, but no one can rest like a cat. We are all delighting in this string of sunny days.
Sunday was one of those amazing May sun days here. I couldn’t stand to stay inside. Boa Cat was out too. She did that cat thing where they stretch to twice their normal length and then played like a kitten.
“The flaming sky ball, how it heats the fur!”
This is not a perfect photograph…. and yet, at the same time, it is for me. My daughter was home last week for spring break. She had a haircut and sent her hair to Locks of Love. The background is cluttered with the cupboard open and counter, but her concentration and quiet is a contrast to that. And anyhow, I am biased, right? We love even terrible photos of those we love.
I may run out of blue titles….