The lavender is in bloom and our drought-tolerant garden is a riot of color. We laugh that it only took 15 years for this to happen. We were probably too conservative in our planting, but on the other hand, a mature landscape is a treasure.
Mike
and I came back to town Friday so that he could participate in the senior games
this week. He enrolled in a number of events: pistol shooting, skeet, cycling, and swimming. He has been busy practicing for this event and the other, but somehow for
me, there just hasn’t been a lot to write about. The muse is absent. I did
manage to set up my embroidery machine and make a lace “heart pocket,” but then
I forgot to take a picture of it before mailing it off.
From the Peola area looking north |
Cycling
was last night at 5:30. Seven cyclists showed up for the 5K race and six of
them stayed on to ride the 10K -- a woefully poor showing. Mike is a strong rider, so it was amusing that
the organizer, in setting up the 5K race, assigned two male riders out front
and put Mike behind with the four women. Mike was first on the first lap and
second as the race finished. “I’m sorry,” said the organizer; “I vastly underestimated
you!” Discussion ensued over the prowess of the old guy. (He was the oldest
rider there and lost only to the guy in the category just younger than his
own.)
Mike finishing the 10K |
Today
(Thursday) he has no events. Tomorrow he swims. And Saturday he shoots skeet. Meanwhile,
our crates are gradually filling with the supplies we need for the farm.
I
thought it was summer for sure the beginning of the week, but yesterday it
turned cooler with a lot of wind, and today it’s cooler yet. It’s just a
reminder that this really is the Great Northwest. Don’t forget your sweater.
I did take the heavy blanket off the bed, and I think we’ve been fine with a
lighter one. KW
5 comments:
The colors in your yard are beautiful! I've been enjoying admiring everything in bloom on my walks with Primo. It's true that a mature landscape is a treasure. There just isn't any way to cheat time and have everything be grown and lovely in a snap. I suppose planting things is a way to leave a legacy.
Oh, that muse will return. Perhaps even muses need snoozes.
I was looking at followup comments on how Mike did on Friday and Saturday at the Senior Games.
Hallie, your comment about planting to leave a legacy reminded me of a story my mother used to tell. After Mother and family moved into the house in Orofino, Mother dug out some plants, and the previous owner, Mrs. Hopkins, complained that her son, Dickie Jim, had planted those. A legacy to one person might not be a legacy to someone else.
And Chuck, I'll ask Mike to post more detailed info on his events.
Hmm...yes, I suppose that happens. Even we tore everything out and started anew. But, for every do-over there are successes like the maple tree at the farm or any number of great big 30 ft tree.
Every successful planting is a win. We can't play to the future. It doesn't matter.
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