|We’re a long way away from harvest, but I can’t help being excited today.|
Sometimes when a day starts out perfectly and then seems to continue in that direction, I begin to think: “Go to bed because you can’t be sure things will work out until your normal bedtime.” Then I think, “Get a grip.”
Let me tell you about my Saturday so far. . . we woke up to sunshine after days of rain and the weather people promise no clouds today. Tomorrow is another story — non-stop showers and wind predicted.
|The second I spy my toes painted with Peach Daiquiri, I’m happy. You see? Not complicated at all. . .|
So, I pop out of bed, take a quick glance at my exquisite Peach Daiquiri toes; mist my face with La Roche-Posay mineral water; brush my hair, which at the moment seems to be in that elusive stage where it does exactly what I want it to do — a couple of weeks after the cut and maybe a month before it isn’t quite right (you know what I’m talking about) — have a quick breakfast of fruit, whole wheat toast, yogurt and a grand café au lait.
Here’s where everything starts to get even better. Our wonderful, wonderful gardener appeared — the dogs go berserk (they love him) — and he immediately started re-working the other side of the potager in preparation for the purchases we ran out to buy.
|Words cannot express how much I love these hortensias.|
As I write this he is planting tomatoes, all sorts of tomatoes, and my favorite sweet cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, herbs, herbs, herbs, more radishes and two zucchini plants. Since we were shopping I also bought two very large purply-blue hortensias to replace the ones that died, for reasons I do not understand, and lots of orangy-yellow petunias for my jardinieres. I’ve never seen the color before. They are lovely.
|I’m not a huge petunia fan; that is, until I saw these.|
That’s my day. Now I’m off to the fruit and veg market. I’ll see if I can find a new fruit on which to make another wish. Well, the same wish actually, but one more time for good measure.
A demain my darling amis.