…. because Irwin Shaw used that title, way back in the 60s.
But the calendar shows that it’s been two weeks since I touched this poor, abandoned blog!
There has been a lot happening Chez Dinahmow and coming up with witty, pithy writing is not it!
Artwork, housework, garden work (why do we write that as two words?) and various factors could all be blamed. I suppose “slack attitude” might be justified…
I used to live in climates where the winters were long and , let’s be honest, could be downright bloody miserable! We looked forward to spring the way small children await Santa Claus. And the first snowdrops , the first blue sky, the bright,tight buds, the first catkins … these sights and many more, filled us with delirious joy.
So of course I love seeing the pictures blogging friends far away post when they and their gardens venture forth after a lousy winter.
But I feel a great wash of nostalgia, too. Beautiful though tropical gardens can be, they are not the gardens of my heart. I daresay folk who grew up with coconut palms, bougainvillea, strelitzia
and bananas have similar spikes of homesickness. Maybe it’s the human tendancy to look inward more as we grow older?
Whatever! So I thought I’d show you one of my favourites… not strictly tropical, this beauty. In fact, it probably fares better in more “normal” climes.
Over the years I’ve grown dozens of the Salvia family (they number in the hundreds!) with mixed success/failure and I love them all. This one, whose name I’ve forgotten (some gardener I am, eh!), manages to fight back against clumsy-footed dogs and people, careless hosepipes, floods and very likely Martian invasion. How could one not love it!
But apart from the salvia and the “Rose of Sharon” and the odd common hibiscus, things are a little slow in my garden. Soon the acacias, cassias and that weedy wild daisy will spill bright gold over the driveway and, if I’m lucky, some late-sown nasturtiums will tumble cheerfully out of pots.
In the meantime, we play the waiting game…
Now…a lino block must be cut, printed, corrected if necessary…
It’s called LIFE, folks.
UPDATED Thursday 17
Vivien Blackburn has challenged bloggers to do a comic strip of “a day in the life of…” I sketched this one while I waited in the carpark for The Man to finish work. It’s really ratty and the pen was running out, but, guess what? It was fun! So I think I’ll do it properly, as a journal. Thanks for the idea, Viv!