It’s been quiet here, I know. That’s in part because my sweet family surprised me with a Mother’s day jaunt to the Guadalupe River in (wait for it….) a rented RV! We had a great time hanging with what’s left of the winter Texans (the older folks that migrate here to escape northern winters).
You know sometimes I think that old folks are more my speed than my own generation (of course “my own generation” isn’t getting any younger, you know?). I think I’ve kinda been an old lady at heart since I was about oh 12… no 6… well, maybe since birth. Oh I suppose I had a brief period of young, passionate foolishess in my late teens and early twenties, but my heart was never really in it. I’m a sit on the front porch and talk about the weather kind of gal.
The weather, my kids, my aches and pains, my crazy dog and my garden – that’s pretty much the sum total of what I have to say. Which is a lot of the reason that this space has languished a bit too. I feel like I don’t have much to say that’s new and interesting. Maybe now that I’ve said so, something new and interesting will happen. Just not too new and interesting I hope… old ladies like me don’t go in for shananaigans.
There *is* a little garden news to share. Remember a while back when we talked about signature flowers and I told you that there were some mystery plants growing in my garden? Remember how I hoped that one of them would turn out to be the one flower that would always make my young men think of their beloved mama?
Well, maybe not.
Mystery plant number one here:
Pretty huh? I had no idea those were out there! I suppose they COULD grow to be my signature flower. We do stop whenever we come across a snapdragon and squish their cheeks to make them snap. And lets face it, it wouldn’t be altogether unreasonable to claim them as my own considering that I too can get a little snappish if you push me in the right places. Add to that the fact that I, like the flowers, don’t much care for Texas heat and get all wilty and saggy in the hottest part of the day, and maybe they fit me pretty well after all. Still… they’re awfully tall and slender, pink and girly. I can’t imagine ever being thought of as any of those things.
As for mystery plant number 2:
It has become this:
It’s not yet fully in bloom, but it is most assuredly horsemint.
Some people call it Lemon Bee Balm, which is a nicer name, but one that I don’t understand. It doesn’t smell lemony at all, or minty either for that matter. It smells like wet horse. For real. I wish I was kidding because they are really interesting and intricate flowers, but let’s just put it out there, they stink. Maybe it’s not really the flowers themselves that stink. it’s the leaves. Still… not exactly how I’d like to be remembered.
Of course who’s to say, the sight of them alongside the road might one day bring to mind for my boys the memory of their crazy mother careening across three lanes of traffic to yank up some plant that she’s decided belongs in their garden. Their hearts will beat a little faster as they remember me digging through my glove compartment for a spade while they sank low in their seats, peeking out the windows to watch for the fuzz.
“Mama, are you sure it’s like, you know, even LEGAL to dig stuff up on the side of the road like that?”
“Pffffbbbt. Who’s gonna stop me?”
I’m a fine example, aren’t I?
There is also a new addition to the garden that I’m really loving so far:
Plumeria. I double dog dare you to pass it by without breathing deeply of it’s charms. It’s intoxicating.
I didn’t dig this one up on the side of the road. (I would have though, if I had seen it there) The most olfactory natured of my fellas was with me in one of those box stores when we came upon it a couple of weeks back. He inhaled long and hard and then said, “Mama you have to have that.” I agreed.
I don’t know that it will ever qualify as “my flower.” After all, I’m no Hawaiian goddess, but it’s awfully nice to have around anyhow. I sure hope I don’t kill it.
So…. I suppose that the hunt for my signature flower is still on. There are a few possibilities left in the garden…. we shall see what becomes of them 🙂
I hope your week is off to a wonderful start, friends!