We celebrated. And this blazing photo, enhanced for your moody enjoyment (or maybe just blurry), proves that the pudding flamed nicely with the 150 proof rum.
But all that is over now.
My idea for January decorating is big bowls of fresh flowers everywhere and sun streaming in through the tall windows of my old house.
But the contrary truth is that the windows reveal a dark afternoon sky today, rain beats against the glass panes and there is no line item in my budget for “big armloads of florist shop flowers.” (And if you think I have an actual documented budget you haven’t perceived my random nature…)
But I do have big armloads of garden catalogs…
Short days, cold nights –and seed catalogs. Or catalogues. I can walk through the images of flowers and vegetables and remember gardening–because right now it is just a memory–and plan for the spring.
I do think it is disingenuous the way the catalogs show the flowers all in bunches, set up shots. I can imagine some poor employee gathering and presenting wall to wall nasturtiums or ten delphinium spikes all bunched up together, using glue and duct tape to keep the image utterly floral.
Rain beats on the roof of the greenhouse. The little hollyhock plants look brave.
I am happy for the pot of lobelia I brought inside at summer’s end.
Salad greens continue in the greenhouse. There might also be ghosts of those dead cucumber plants, crouched in corners, rattling their dry roots at night.
And, outside, there is one intrepid rose who feels tenacity is the key. She may be right…
Just wrapping up the year. Cheers!