Outside

It's getting close to six o'clock and I am sitting outside in the patio by the garden here at my small duplex.  The sun has left half the yard but the other half is still alive with bees.  Tall, graceful plants, some taller than me, have small blue flowers that the bees love.  They bounce from flower to flower, and then down to the thyme that is growing between the stepping stones, thyme that is seven or eight inches tall and lush and aromatic.  Cilantro plants have gone to seed and they look like lace with their tiny white tops.  Wild sage flowers compete with what I call "the plant of a thousand tiny daisies."  Tiny daisy-like flowers, about the size of a nickel.  In this yard are blues and yellows, reds and tangerine colors.  Some purple, some white, lots of green, of course, and some dark pink.  Not a lot of pink..... Laurel, the gardener, doesn't like pink so the colors are more intense than subtle. Tomato plants have blossoms, lettuce and beans and squash plants are all doing well and we still have lots and lots of chives and oregano that seem to be the plants that keeps on giving. I am drinking my favorite newly created summer drink, a cross between a whiskey sour and a mint julep and honestly, all is right with the world.

I have never been a gardener, definitely do not have a green thumb, and I have never lived in a place that had a garden like this. It's small, maybe 30 feet by 20 feet, and then there is the patio area which is additional and is bordered by huge black poppies and boysenberries and roses.  It is so nice to just sit and watch, see the hummingbirds swoop in, admire the energy of the bees, see Cooper stake out his place in the sun.  It is so calming.

OK, so this is the time to see the garden.  If any of you who read this blog get a hankering, come on up.  Sit with me, have a glass of wine and just enjoy the summer foliage.  It's great.

more later.

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