Yet another benefit of drinking – flower boxes!
Screw Hallmark – as far as I’m concerned, May 5th was my ideal Mother’s Day. No matter what happens next Sunday, I will cherish the day I had, from the scandalously late start to the fortified-with-an-afternoon-nap late ending – perfect! Let me be a little more specific…
Saturday night, I shot a SEEN gallery down at Prime 677. The occasion was a fundraiser for the Huntington’s Disease Society of America and it was a lovely event. The food was spectacular and the folks at Empire Wines rallied the troops to put on an extraordinary wine tasting. It’s been noted by some astute Times Union readers that whenever an event involves wine, I’m usually there. Guilty as charged.
I got home from the party working at about 10:30 only to find my little guy desperately upset that he had been denied a ‘s’more from the neighbor’s party, a situation I was able to correct with a soothing shower and some ice cream. Tucking him in at such a late hour gave me the first gift of Sunday – he slept until 10:00, which gave me an incredibly quiet morning. Soft music, strong coffee and the paper comprise my personal morning bliss trifecta. So far, so good.
After the boys departed at noon for their Dad’s, I got busy in the front yard with mulch and some annuals. The sun was glorious, birds were chirping and the simple joy of getting a little dirty made my heart sing. I had a mid afternoon visit from the person I most love spending time with and the day moved along at a pace that was completely enjoyable. I accomplished some other chores, including eating a fantastic lunch salad, and punctuated the afternoon with an indulgent nap on clean sheets. But, wait – there’s more.
Caesar salad with shaved Romano and grilled asparagus
As the day cooled down a bit, I tied on my running shoes and hit the streets for a 5-mile lap through the neighborhood. I had intended to go a bit further, but contented myself with not pushing myself too hard and tried to just enjoy myself. Done. A shower, a quick visit with the neighbors for a glass of wine and then home again for finale of the only reality show I would ever want to be on, The Amazing Race, and I was in bed by 10:15, thoroughly relaxed and satisfied with my day.
There weren’t any tulips or handmade crafts, but nonetheless it was a lovely day with a wonderful mix of boys, friends, productivity, relaxation and good food and wine. Mother’s Day 2013 is a done deal, as far as I am concerned. Any additional gifts are truly unnecessary, although I do have a fondness for the imperfectly made card along with a hankering for a French lilac bush. Just saying.
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I used to really have a way with plants. And I don’t mean that in a good way. Other than a single plant that somehow survived the days when I had to choose between nurturing the children or some potted greenery, I pretty much killed plants.
Something shifted, though, about 10 years ago. I inherited a rubber plant (tree?) from a friend departing town, and unlike our friendship, this plant has thrived. Two re-pottings later this plant towers over me and is beautifully lush all year long. My confidence grew and I took on a spider plant, which became multiple plants as it happily threw off shoots. I began forcing flowers
during the winter and more seriously puttering around my tiny front garden. But the day I knew I had arrived as a competent plant tender was when Lisa gave me a mostly dead fern, a type of plant that I have killed on a routine basis, and told me I could make it live. And I did.
Last year I added an asparagus fern, also nearly dead, to my indoor garden and its beautiful feathery fronds make me happy every time I see them. I also dug up my parking strip (the grass between the curb and the sidewalk) and added some herbs and iris to my landscape. Yeah, I got this.
Whether you struggle with gardening or have a natural green thumb, Botanic Studio
on River Street in Troy is bound to inspire. The space is gorgeous and tranquil and each eyeful of the shop is pleasing. Get yourself to Troy and bring some of that peace to your home.
After a day booked so full of errands and chores that the only thing I didn’t schedule was time to breath, I took a long run tonight. There were moments when I knew I needed to take a break and walk, but I didn’t. The route I took was a new one to me and I mentally dubbed it the “big girl route.”
The run was the perfect, late spring evening run – absolutely sublime. There were only good smells, and the moisture in the air which felt like dampness this morning, now only added to my glisten. My mind let go and provided a good example to my muscles which released as the miles ticked off. I began considering all the meanings of the word “light” and realized that I had been using it pretty exclusively as a measurement of illumination. But, didn’t it describe so many other actions?
I ran past gatherings of people on porches and decks and stoops. One group of second floor porch dwellers taunted their buddy in his convertible to “Light ‘em up!!” I hadn’t heard that particular phrase in so long that it caused me to remember another phrase of the same era – “Light up.” I smiled a bit broader.
I approached a corner and continued straight instead of making my usual left turn. I was unfamiliar with the traffic light I now faced – new territory, more exhilarating than scary. I saw a beautiful grassy lawn behind a romantic brick wall and the most meticulously maintained home I had never noticed.
I continued and thought about how important it is to lighten up sometimes. Stop carrying that which weighs us down. Or maybe share the burden with someone. Consciously release to something new.
You remember the steps – Stomp hard on the gas.
We have fragrant blooms, people!! It was seriously crazy how quickly these bulbs provided gratification, but what would you expect in a November in which the temperature exceeded the average daily high for 21 of 27 days?
|Holy growth spurt!
These paper whites are growing faster than Liam – and that’s saying something! As the mom to a boy who has shot up from a size 12 to a size 20 in the last 15 months, I recognize crazy growth when I see it. and these bulbs are definitely giving that teenaged boy of mine a run for the money.
There’s still time for you to get on board the paper white train in time for Christmas – or Hanukkah for that matter. Aren’t they the same time this year?
Inspired by this post,
I stopped at Hewitt’s yesterday and sprang for a gigantic amaryllis bulb, which I promptly stuck in a pot of soil. It was a bit of a splurge (sale price $11.99) but I can’t wait to see the gorgeous white flowers in my boudoir. I’ll keep you posted on the progress of that project as soon as something starts happening. From what I’ve read, they’re a little slower to get going but the payoff should be spectacular. What a treat – fresh flowers in winter!
|One week later
|6 bulbs, some soil, a cool pot
I can only imagine where some of you thought this was going…
It’s that time of the year, folks – get your paper whites planted and look forward to the most satisfying, least expensive holiday decoration ever. Last week, on my way home from skiing, I picked up 6 bulbs at Hewitt’s
, total cost: $7.62. I popped the bulbs into a pot of soil this morning and expect to see beautiful flowers in about 6 weeks. Not to get all Martha Stewart-y on you all, but, this is a perfect hostess gift for holiday parties.
|a specimen from last year
I will try to remember to give you weekly updates so you, too, can witness the miracle of life and all that. Trust me, a watched pot never provided so much beautiful entertainment.