“The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.”

My wish came true. Yesterday was sunny and hot, 75˚ hot. I’d complain, but Boston hit 90˚ so I’m content at 75˚. It will be the same today.

The morning has a languid feel to it. I do hear a single bird, but the rest are gone, probably perching in the shade. This room where I spend most of my time is a refuge from the heat as it is in the back of the house and stays dark and cool until the afternoon when the sun moves to the west and streams through these back windows.

I went to the dump yesterday, one of my three errands. Poor Gracie stayed home as the other errands would have meant her sitting in a hot car. I tricked her by bringing the trash bags out early then sitting down for coffee and the papers. She forgot all about the trash and hopped on the couch for a morning nap. She is now back to getting into her crate. Her back legs were iffy, but they seem fine now. She gets in the crate and sticks out her head for a treat. I never refuse.

When I was a kid, I gave my mother dandelion bouquets. She always gushed at the beauty of the flowers then she’d put them in a vase, usually a jelly jar, which exalted them from their weedy status. I remember making a wish then blowing the dandelion seeds and watching the wind take them.

In my mother’s backyard, she had lilies of the valley and violets growing on the top dirt shelf of a rock wall. Some of the lilies were blue from their contact with the violets. I dug up and took some lilies and some violets home with me so I could plant then in my yard. They have spread all over. The lilies are in a front side garden with only a few violets here and there among them. The violets in the backyard took a while to grow while the lilies dug in right away and are now in clumps around the fence and some trees. Every time I see them, I think of my mother and her garden.

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2 Comments on ““The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    The barrels are out and sending me crazy. I am bobbing and weaving and each day my super duper new secret route is blown to smithereens. We are a texting group reporting as we drive … I know don’t text and drive but mostly I am stationary. The latest route takes us on MLK through Pontiac. I am sure it won’t last

    Tottenham Hotspur will finish second and travelled tonight to last year’s champions Leicester City and thrashed them 6-1…an absolute pounding from my football team

    It’s hot in Detroit, i walked but it’s hot

  2. katry Says:

    My Dear Hedley,
    I am quite impatient when it comes to sudden traffic jams and a long line of cars. If I go to Boston during the morning, I inevitably run into a stoppage which has no reason when I get to the end of it. It just is!

    A wonderful pounding!

    It is hot here but 12 degrees cooler than Boston. Nantucket was only 59˚. My furnance and AC were cleaned today and I immediately turned on the AC. It is quite comfortable.

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