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June 28, 2008
Party On
So Vanessa at A Fanciful Twist is having a Mad Tea Party {of the costume variety} today that I was quite cleverly too late to sign up for. Because I just never got around to it, that's why. But that doesn't mean I can't party too.
In my own special way.
So I'm having a garden party here at Sallyacious. The roses are taking off nicely, and a number of other flowers are blooming right now as well --yay for mockoranges!!!--and we'll get to those in a minute. But first, a couple of other party images.
As you may or may not know, Dave's birthday was last month. And we actually had a party here for him. But I was too busy eating and drinking and shouting in the game we played to take pictures. So no pictures of the hilarious (and delicious) time we all had. HOWever, that's not the point of this commentary. The point of this commentary is that this last weekend when I was in Boise, my brother and sister-in-law gave me a card to give to Dave for his birthday. We have a grand tradition, my brother and I--supported by our spouses--of managing to miss each other's birthdays. Not deliberately, it just kind of happens. And so we give our gifts to each other when we get around to it.
I often mention to people that my brother is one of the funniest people I know, quite possibly one of the funniest people in the world, and to demonstrate why I believe that, I present to you the card they gave David, complete with my brother's edits.
Also, before we get to the flowers, another kind of party, completely unrelated to gardens, but of the sort infinitely preferred by cats. A slumber party. Yesterday they all slept on the bed for most of the day, a rather unusual occurence. It is, by the way, impossible to make a bed around a sleeping cat.
(There are four cats in the photo. That dark thing in the lower left corner is not a pile of laundry.)
But now, the garden party.
I'm afraid I'm a bit more ascerbic and not as likely to be fanciful as A Fanciful Twist's hostess. I'm a little crankier, and a bit more bitter. If she's a strawberry, think of me as a grapefruit, not for all tastes, and some are genetically predisposed to find me completely unpleasant, but I'm also sometimes sweeter than you expected. Right. Done with that metaphor, it was finished, really, before I started and I should have recognized that.
Anyway. I really like Vanessa's artwork, and I love the idea of a party, so come on over.
Here's what you'll see coming up the front walk. A friend of mine remarked that our house looks like a good witch lives here. If only I could magic away that damn lamppost.
It's hot, but you can probably tell that from the clear blue of the sky and the brownness of the grass. Welcome to Idaho.
Astonishingly, the climbing roses arount the front porch seem to adore this weather. (When we bought the house, there were two tiny, straggling canes on that rosebush. Apparently all it wanted was some chicken manure and a little seaweed compost tea.)
Now that you're here, grab a glass of mint-sprigged iced tea, grab your favorite garden hat and let's do a bit of exploring.
Just feel free to wander wherever. The prettiest blooms are out today.
Blue Flax & Flowering Quince
Campanula and Tomato Blossoms
Lupin and Peony
Climbing Rose and Fallen Flax Petals
Yarrow
Summer Savory and Unnamed Yellow Flower
Daisies & Chamomile with Blue Flax
I've got to go now, I have errands to run and a gym to visit, but feel free to stay as long as you like. There are still some irises, and the poppies are beginning to bloom. Also, I didn't include the syringa because I couldn't get close enough to them to photograph well, but they smell divine, as do the rugosa roses. And it just seems to get prettier as the sun goes down. (Maybe that's because it's cooler and then you can't see all of the brown in the lawn.)
Posted by sally at June 28, 2008 12:54 PM
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