I find, on certain occasions, that if I dress a particular way, I’ll feel my moods affected by my ensemble. Today I dressed like a rainbow and went a little heavy on the teal. The results were splendiferous. I felt whipped up and out of my melancholy and flung into the great wide blue.
I also wore my favorite grey booties while taking a garden tour.
My grey booties always help.
They’re like CRM’s muffins.
The great thing about being out and about in the gloriousness of cultivation is that things seem to come into focus, or slide out of focus, or what have you. In the case of today, a little bit of both happened. I managed to grasp the evenness of clarity in the realm of certain perspectives and I let a few things slip away into the ether.
My grapevines are about to burst.
Other things are bursting:
Like the tip of my favorite inky black pen.
The fruit bowl on my kitchen table.
And the tulip patches.
The packages said they would be black.
In all reality, they’re a moody sort of gloriously pompous purple.
The formality of these blossoms is mildly irksome, slightly intimidating and awfully get-out-the-china!
The Queen is coming for tea!
This said, I don’t mind the false advertising. Not in the least. I’m quite pleased with this tulip patch.
I’ve cut a few for vases around the house
just to give the iris blooms I harvested yesterday a bit of competition.
