Most of you who have been reading the Posse for awhile know a few things about me:
1. I love gardening
2. I love Summer
3. I love going BIG in Summer. In stifling heat and humidity I bring out my truly heavy-hitters: Carnal Flower body butter, Tribute (and all the other hefty attars), Bulgarian Rose otto, Epic (EPIC!), Shalimar parfum (I am not kidding). Mitsouko parfum, in 90F, is a completely different animal than it is in 20F. Try it! Maybe not if you work in close quarters…but go outside in some scorching heat, see how peach blossoms. Granted, the peach is still hefting an ax – but it’s blossoming. That’s good, right? I delight in wearing all my Big Girls in the killing heat of a Midwestern Summer.
Except on Saturdays.
Saturdays are the days I just…settle down. Sundays always have that vague ‘crap. Tomorrow is Monday’ feel to them. Still relaxed ..but you can feel your guts gearing up for another week. Unlike Lady Violet I know full well what a weekend is. And Saturday is My Day, in Summer. I get up at 5:30a, get filthy working in the large gardens, shower at 8 and have breakfast in the private little perennial side garden, under the umbrellas, which, God willin’ and the creek don’t rise, is where the dogs and I will spend the rest of the day. Sometimes I read, sometimes I sketch, sometimes I just sit and rearrange that particular perennial border in my head (‘hmmm…I think I will move the coneflowers in early autumn…ew!… who put that pink peony THERE? ‘) – I plan for a slightly larger fountain and fantasize about the eventual height of my newly-planted trumpet vine; surely it will reach 10’ and we will have to put up supporting trellises and it will completely block my view of the neighbors. Every hummingbird for 10 miles will converge upon my garden. All at once. Tomorrow.
That kind of mind-clearing time, spent sipping water with lemon and peppermint from the patch I planted to choke out the Creeping Charlie under the rain barrels. Hey, if something is going to be invasive it might as well be useful, right? It’s bordered by concrete on 3 sides and on the other – well, it’ll be a few years before I have to beat it back – right now the toads and I are enjoying it immensely!
For years I’ve been doing this, in one garden or another – and for those same years of Summer Saturdays I’ve been wearing the same 8am apres-bains. Jean Nate splash (out of the refrigerator, natch) and Avon SkinSoSoft body oil. The SSS is to keep the bugs off (it works – I have no idea why – does anybody???. It’s worked for 20 years, bless Avon! I wore it the month I spent in Kenya and didn’t get bitten once!) Jean Nate because it’s summer. On Summer Saturday nights, apres- shower, I slather on Aveeno Stress Relieving body lotion though, if all has gone well heaven knows I haven’t had one bit of stress all day except when I get buzzed by a hummingbird who wanted in at the clump of monarda I was tending….but I just like how it smells. Totally uncomplicated scents for a totally uncomplicated day.
7p I walk down to the veggie garden, check on the broccoli and tomatoes…then I go back to the little private side garden, take my seat under the umbrella and watch the birds come to the bath at the top of the fence. It’s like a Midwestern version of a Serengeti watering hole.
What is it about Saturdays and drugstore potions? I rarely think about JN or SSS during the week, even though I am just as likely to be outside as in, given the nature of my work, and heat is heat, whether it’s Saturday or Wednesday.
But Saturday. SkinSoSoft. Jean Nate. Summer. And that umbrella in the garden. The perfect combination.
Do you have Saturday scents? Are they drugstore? (I wonder how Saturday became Drugstore Scents for me?)
photo: my side garden. That little white dish at the top of the fence is where I watched two hummingbirds bomb a bluejay! And I have 3 toads! Magilla is the big one that hangs out in the lion fountain at night, which is why I have few mosquitoes and my hostas are slug-free. Thanks, Magilla!!