Hi, dolls! Tom is illin’ so I’m stopping by to say hello!
Lots and lots of nuthin’ is happening here – and it’s the most beautiful thing. You know, it wasn’t until I was much into my majority that I truly understood that old Chinese curse “may you live in interesting times’. In my teens and 20s I thrived on Draaaamaaaa! The phone calls, the gossip, the tears, the sad love songs….now I am totally in Maurice Chevalier’s camp, when he sings “I’m Glad I’m Not Young Anymore” (I would try to figure out how to insert the video but …omg. I can barely get my new printer to work).
I thought about that song this morning, as I took a weedy little stroll through my demilune border. A crisp little breeze was blowing and it was that marvelous grey-blue light that you only get in the early morning on a midsummer’s day, when the greens are still cool. Later on in the day those same greens will take on a yellow hue as the sun invades that border and turns it into an oven. But in the morning? Bliss.
Right now very little is blooming, scentwise, so I was surprised to find myself sniffing the air, wondering ‘what is that honey-sweet smell’, looking for lilies (no), roses (uh, no)……me? (nope! nuttin’ but Dial this am)….then I remembered: Hosta blossoms are very fragrant. And there they were, literally right under my nose (they are kinda tall). It’s an elusive scent, similar to lily, but much fainter – and I realized yet another thing: I prefer elusive scents to being banged over the head with fragrance. Viburnums, lilies, a lot of roses….all of them are better enjoyed from a bit of a distance – and not all beating up on you at the same time. Literature seems to prefer it thus as well – consider: every time they talk about an alluring woman’s perfume, it’s a bit elusive. It’s the louder woman whose perfume is up close and in your face. Humans are natural hunters and I think we enjoy more what isn’t quite so readily available. Hunting up that hosta scent made the discovery much more delightful. That isn’t to say that when I’m alone I won’t pile on the Carnal Flower or blast the paint off the wall with Mitsouko but out and about I’ve begun to pull it back a lot! One spray instead of 4. Body cream OR perfume (or maybe a teeny spritz) I went buck-wild and bought a bunch of Orientals this year and will probably get a few more – but I will judicious with my placement in the garden. Originally I was going to plant them, en masse, in the front of the demilune but now…… I am looking forward to coming around a corner here and there and delighting in their scent.
Hey! Do I owe any of you stuff? I apologize but as you know June and July was the 7th Circle for me and I have completely lost track. Dina was gracious enough to remind me I owed her stuff – and I bless her for that, else it wouldn’t ever get out of here. If you won something from me and I haven’t sent/responded, gmail your evilauntianita and let her know what it is/from what post. I’m mostly back amongst the living so as soon as I get your emails I can get that stuff out to you.
And since you have been so kind as to actually slog through this mess, I’ll have Chloe put a pawnail on the random button and pick someone – I’ll send out some fun stuff. I PROMISE! I’m BAAACK. Sort of. Here and there. But I’m certainly back enough to pack up a freakin’ envelope with some goodies. Finally! So tell me a little story:
How is the late Summer treating you all? Any gardening? I haz SCORPIONS! Check them OUT! Freed from the tyranny of the Filderkraut (really, you’d think I would know better but even Master Gardeners do stupid stuff now and again), these peppers are going bonkers! I hope to harvest in early September and I hope they are HOT! I lost the bulk of my pepper crop to rain. Lots of foliage but little fruit. And what fruit there was, was lame. sigh. if it’s not one think, it’s another.