My Beloved planted this clematis a couple of years ago because it reminded him of his grandfather.
I never met his mother’s father, but he sounds like he filled a room with his personality. Among his talents, apparently, was gardening. Tyler remembers his grandfather’s clematis growing on a trellis in the back yard. Technically, this one is in our side yard, but when it started blooming so beautifully this week, my Beloved relished good memories. I’m sharing so you can appreciate its beauty.
Slow down and smell the lilies.
“As all must be,” I said within my heart,
“Whether they work together or apart.”
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ’wildered butterfly.
~ lines from “The Tuft of Flowers” by Robert Frost
On the theory that seeing warm colors warms you up, I present this gallery of beautiful flowers on the warm side of the color wheel.
(There is no theory that viewing warm colors warms you up, but I think you’ll enjoy these images that make the most of the Rule of Thirds more than pictures of yellow snow.)
Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.
~ John Ruskin (1819–1900)
Minnesota Transplant has been traveling around the southern United States, lo, these past few days, and she’s discovered some interesting plants she never sees in Minnesota:
I found these little peppers in the Victory Garden at the World War II museum in New Orleans (it’s a very good museum, as far as wars go — I definitely recommend beginning with the 4D movie narrated by Tom Hanks — it deftly compresses four years of U.S. involvement in the war to end all wars into about 35 minutes).
Grass is green in Minnesota and Illinois. Or maybe blue if you’re a fan of Kentucky bluegrass. But it’s never pink. I found this ethereal pink ornamental grass in Gulf Shores, Ala. Wow. I felt like a fairy standing in the midst of these waves of cotton candy.
Though it wasn’t snarling, I found a flame-haired dragon in the garden at my husband’s uncle’s place in Tampa, Fla. This tropical beauty spoke to me: Take my picture, please. I complied.
Did you know Illinois is the top pumpkin-producing state in the nation?
My little burg on the outskirts of Chicago is surrounded by pumpkin fields, like this one above. Or as Linus might say, pumpkin patches. Literally thousands of orange orbs fill that field.
That’s a lot of jack-o’-lanterns. Or Great Pumpkins.
Tomato and Corn Custard Pie from the September 2014 issue of Food Network magazine
Today’s celebration of summer’s bounty: Tomato and Corn Custard Pie.
Rarely do I attempt Martha Stewart’s creations in her Living magazine, but sometimes I try what Food Network magazine is dishing. Notwithstanding the blender spew of hot, creamy corn, tonight’s dinner depending on a harvest of autumn veggies (and a little cheese) was a rousing success.
I was pleased my version looked quite similar to the magazine’s picture, which made my mouth water.
Real men do indeed eat quiche; my Beloved had two slices.