My word retrieval skills have deserted me. I can’t think of the perfect adjectives to describe today. The cloudless sky is the deepest of blues. The sun is warm and bright. The colors of the flowers in the front garden are popping in the light. I noticed new purple and pink flowers this morning when I lingered at the front garden.
After Henry went out, I stayed on the deck watching him. I noticed the lilies of the valley in the backyard are blooming. My mother would’ve loved them. They did, after all, come from her yard.
This is the week I’ll shop at the garden center. I have three lists. The first is house plants as a few of mine have died. The next is flowers for the front garden, the front steps and the back pots which sit on the deck rail. The last is for the deck window boxes, flowers which repel bugs. I also need a hanging plant. I always buy one which dead heads itself.
I don’t know much about flowers. I can describe most of them only by color, but I do know the plots to most of Stephen King’s novels. I also know much of the dialogue in Jaws and Independence Day as I watch them every year on or around the 4th of July. I know most of the birds which come to my feeder. When I first started putting out seed, I had to look up the birds. I have a well worn copy of the Birds of North America. I can sew buttons back on, but that is the height of my sewing skills. I sometimes staple hems. I can greet people in French, Spanish and Hausa and say please and thank you in Russian. I got through most of South America with my Spanish. I was a good listener. I can order food in French. I ate a lot of bifteck and pomme frites and visited the pâtisserie every day when I traveled to Togo. My Hausa is more extensive than my French. I find that a bit odd.
I have a variety of skills, many of which are not considered marketable, but that doesn’t matter. I like what I know.
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