Conspiracies

We arrived at my parents' cottage Friday afternoon and found two gardening gloves on the counter with a note in my mom's handwriting.

She had tossed all the gardening gloves used during the Memorial Day work weekend into the washing machine and after sorting them, ended up with one pair of gloves (the only blue ones in the batch) with two right hands.  No left.

My opinion?  It's a right wing conspiracy to rid the world of left-handed gloves.

Saturday morning I went across town to my sister's to help her weed her garden.  While we worked, I happened to mention the glove mystery.  And found out that at my sister's house, there had been a left wing conspiracy.  She had one pair of blue gloves (the only blue ones in her stash) with two left hands.

Worrying.  Very worrying.

Movie night

In summer, when we don't have choir rehearsal on Thursdays, one of our members organizes a monthly night out for anyone interested in dinner and a movie.  Last night we saw Monsieur Lazhar, and it was excellent.  Really excellent.

At the restaurant before the movie, I suddenly heard JJ (our peerless organizer) say over the chatter and clatter of the busy establishment, "Let me ask you all one question:  Are you grateful?"

"Yes!"  we answered.

"OK then."

There was laughter from the group, and I realized someone must have asked JJ about saying grace before our meal.  Good solution for a noisy environment.

Reciprocity

 We have new neighbors,

a mom and her six-year-old daughter

and their 13-year-old labrador.

I met the mom on Saturday when the moving van arrived

and gave her a bouquet of flowers from our garden.

A few days later, I met six-year-old M (and Zoe the dog)

in the back yard.  M is a cute and chatty soon-to-be second grader,

without any of the shyness that I would have had at that age.

Or any age, for that matter.

After some discussion about gardens, 

she went to the only flowers growing in their yard

and picked one to give me.

I think we'll get along just fine.

Sixty years of steady

 After helping G onto the bus for the adult day program this morning, I turned on television to catch some of the Jubilee festivities.

Brava, Elizabeth II!

Another Jubilee

I'm loving the images we're seeing on our national evening news 

about the Diamond Jubilee.

It reminded me that I have a silver sixpence 

minted in Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee year, 1887.

I bought it when G and I were in England for my cousin's wedding, 

a few months before our own wedding, 

so that I could comply with the wedding day custom 

for brides to wear:

Something old, something new,

Something borrowed, something blue,

And a silver sixpence in her shoe.

 

Best wishes to the Queen on her Diamond Jubilee!

(Do you think she might have followed the bridal custom herself?)

Inch by inch

When we returned home after four days away...

Next I expect it will be raising the blinds for us.

On our walk

It was 48F and rainy yesterday. 

 Oscar doesn't mind rain.

 This home has a beautiful border, 

beginning with these lilies...

 and continuing with daisies, foxglove, and poppies.

 The same home has a riot of color against the house.

 Further along, 

a mulberry tree was beginning to drop its ripened fruit.

 So I looked up.  And did a bit of foraging.

 Prints in the sidewalk from...a racoon?  

A possum?

 The coreopsis in this garden match the lilies that are hiding behind them.

 Ah, we approach a house I love.

Like something from a fairytale.

 The golden flower-like lamp and delicate wrought-iron fence.

 The decorative chimney pot.

 Weeping trees and strange sculptures.

 Whimsical colors and decorative carvings.

Though the "No Solicitors" sign feels a bit out of place.

Near the park:  I don't know what this tree is,

but the flowers are very fragrant.

 Back home, creeping bellflower blooms against hosta.

 Oakleaf hydrangea.

 New shade garden put in last September with heuchera, astilbe,

ferns, anemone, bleeding heart.

 Spiderwort that the rabbits haven't gotten to yet.

Self seeding daisies.

 Ready to go in, good boy?