I imagine that your recovery means a few days away from your garden, so I thought I'd bring you up-to-date.
This afternoon, your passion flowers, heaped high, bloomed mightily. Bees buzzed and one napped like an odalisque in a fantastical painting by Dali. Birds chirped and flitted into and out of your sunflowers. A sulphur butterfly hung for a moment from the lip of a coneflower before winging on. Skippers piled on Mary's zinnias, and Gulf Fritillaries swung from bloom to bloom to bloom. So many, I had only to turn a bit here or there and snap snap snap their magnificent orange upper-wings.I thought of last year's caterpillar, curled like a comma in a leaf, and smiled. You grow things well, Lydia. And I hope you know your green thumb makes me happy.
Be well,
Robley
2 comments:
Robley, I find your post touching and have a few tears behind my smile. I love your pictures of Lydia's garden. I love all pictures of Lydia's garden. I also love Lydia. She inherited her green thumb from my mother, her grandmother.
Connie Boroughs
You are such a good friend. How lovely! I wish that orange butterfly were sitting on my finger. Thank you for bringing it as close to me as you have.
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