Our garden is a large part of my sanity. It is the place I go to do some weeding, watering, and picking. There are absolutely no screens to look at, no phones to answer. I can hear the birds sing, play with dogs and kids, and get real dirty and never worry what people think of me. Anyone who knows me recognizes that is a really natural state for me.
At the end of the summer coming into fall it becomes a lot more work as more and more produce needs harvesting and processing. My hands get blisters and dried out from all the washing, cleaning, cooking and canning but the quality of the yummy food is well worth it throughout the following winter months.
Here are the buckets from this morning, tomatoes, dill herb, Dahlia’s, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Any kind of flower blossom brightens my day!
Back up at the house, the tomatoes are washed and sorted into ripeness groups. The group on the right is red and ready to eat or can. The group on the left get to sit in my vegetable baskets by the window to finish ripening. I’ll process them probably the next time I pick.
Outlining the flowers with resist helps me to paint faster as it holds my white spaces for me. I start with the white and yellow blossoms. Dropping light yellow and then orange or reds into the wet dark parts.
Triumphantly, a truly elegant soft blossom opens fully to reveal a soft green tint at the center with pink stripes reaching out from the center on light pink petals that are trimmed in the same bright pink on their edges. Another beauty does the same on the other side. Blossoms that open wide with an abundance of soft petals cloistered with delicate colored lace at their edges, they remind me of the soft petals on a rose. The stalk became heavy requiring immediate support with a garden stick by Pete as he arrived home from work.
I am blessed by Peter’s green thumb and for the loving memories I hold dear of Mom that are brought back to me when I look at these beauties. Amaryllis blossoms and Mom are one in the same for me.
The true colors of the blossom become barely visible as the first flower begins to open up. We are walking by it staring and marveling.
Ever so slowly the blossoms begin to open gradually revealing themselves. Have you ever heard that song by Carly Simon in the 70’s? “Anticipation! Anticipation!
We discover that it is actually probably two blooms as things proceed in the blooming process. That third bulb is turning out to be a dud. It was kind of strange watching this greenery in action with a background of snow outside.
Not too long ago, we noticed a little startup coming out of the dirt in a dormant pot. Pete moved it up front and began watering it carefully. Soon 3 pods began swelling at the top of the rising stalk. Rather strange looking contraption isn’t it?
Now the debate became, “Is it two or three blooms?” As this stalk proceeded with it blooming, we noticed little edges of dark pink showing on the pods as they grew.