It was a lovely, windblown Spring day today, although I had hoped for rain, which we desperately need here in the MidAtlantic. But I used the nice weather to plant twenty-four Psychedelic Spring violas (you do know the Dorothy Parker poem about violets, don't you? You are brief and frail and blue—/ Little sisters, I am, too./You are Heaven’s masterpieces—/Little loves, the likeness ceases) and twelve white foxgloves. By hand. With my trusty trowel. Using a trowel to dig holes uses exactly the muscles that were injured when I had surgery for breast cancer and those are muscles that I've let atrophy over the winter, so I can definitely feel the stiffness setting in.
I'm hoping that tomorrow I'll still be able to move, as I want to get out into the herb bed, repair one wall that's getting loose, and plant a whole, whole lot of dill seedlings and some black velvet nasturtium seeds.
Now, in the words of the old MoTown song: Oh how I wish that it would rain, rain, rain, rain.
oooooo...black velvet nasties!!! Those are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could give you some of the rain I drove thru last night! But it did the trick of turning the grass green from that drab late winter brown.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had a pretty good knowledge of Parker's poetry, but I don't recall that one. Thank you for it, and the pic of those beautiful flowers.
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ReplyDelete(you do know the Dorothy Parker pome about violets, don't you?
ReplyDeleteis that the one that goes:
roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
this one doesn't
always wondered who wrote that.