Being There

Way back when, when I was a mere toddler (or something close to that) I saw the movie, "Being There" starring Peter Sellers. This movie stuck with me for several reasons:

1) A simple man mistaken for being profound in Washington

2) Peter Sellers' acting - playing a quiet man who really only utters a few lines and moves very slowly and deliberately is hard

3) It's about a gardener

Mind you, I wasn't a gardener back then but I like to think I had this latent talent (interest?).

In the garden, growth has its seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again.

Deep stuff.

We're Not in Kansas Anymore Because We're Tripping

Remember that scene from the Wizard of Oz - the one where Dorothy and her friends come upon the field of flowers and find themselves falling asleep?

They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when there are many of these flowers together their odor is so powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not know this, nor could she get away from the bright red flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy and she felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.

Well guess what? Poppy production is at an all time high! In Afghanistan. Where they are responsible for 93% of the world's production. That's agricultural development for you. When the US government gets involved.

*Per SMID's request - not sure if this is like a market in Indiana - widely available drugs but not sure about weapons. And no solicitation for sex, so I suppose it's also not like a men's room at the Minneapolis airport.

I went to a wedding in a garden...

Reading my friend's blog today I was reminded of a trip I took several years ago to New Orleans for a friend's wedding. I had never been there before (and sadly, since) and really had no idea where I was going. Our soon-to-be-married friend had planned his wedding to coincide with Jazz Fest as he is a talented musician - talk about making sure your guests are happy!

The wedding was held in a park whose name I've since forgotten with a beautiful fountain and flowerbeds for decoration. The ceremony was a little informal - no chairs or aisles - but then out of a corner, the bride appeared and a wedding was upon us! In addition to the invited guests, anyone walking by was welcome to share in the moment.

While our short visit was mainly confined to the French Quarter (beignets and coffee at Cafe du Monde everyday was just fine by me!), I did manage to avoid the Bourbon St. image and enjoy some of the legendary food, friendship, music, and yes, the gardens of New Orleans.

Happy

A big bouquet of flowers just smiling up at you

part of the weekly Photo Hunters

My First Tomato

It finally happened! Over the weekend my tomato ripened. Technically speaking, a different tomato ripened and then exploded first - but we'll just ignore that and revel in the beauty of my first tomato (that I picked). It's small. Imperfect skin. A little hard. But I love it unconditionally.

I love it so much I was inspired to write a haiku:

You are my first one
Sun and water made you real
Apple of my eye

Okay, that was a bit hokey and dramatic. Here's something a little more lighthearted:

Three months of water
Like watching a pot boiling
Tell your friends, Ripen!

"I can't stand dirt under my nails.... "

Something a friend said on my blog kept nagging me. Sure, she doesn't like dirt under her fingernails, but surely she likes flowers. And then I finally remembered!

That's us in the White House flower shop. As in where they keep the flowers at THE White House. If you know her, you might be surprised to learn she was inside the bowels of the White House. Not to worry, it was during a previous adminstration.

Toronto

We went to Toronto this weekend and in addition to the many museums we saw and restaurants we dined in, we visited some of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen. Partly due to the time of year and the absence of a drought, the flowers were in abundance everywhere you looked.

Here are some of my favorites:

Can you identify these?

There was even a floral touch to my cappucino...

Two

Two Javana Ducks - part of the weekly Photo Hunters

credit to my sister

Phil Rizzuto 1917-2007

Not flower related...

A Giant Orange Golf Ball

Yay! It looks like something might actually turn into an edible tomato! Not a very big tomato (I thought Better Boy was normal size) but at least it is MY tomato...

Row

Trees planted in a row(s) to stem erosion in Bordeaux, France -

part of the weekly PhotoHunt

What Not to Grow in a Scorcher

Hot time, summer in the city... yet again, we've got another record-breaking heat wave. Alas, I tried to grow some more herbs this summer - dill and cilantro - both of which I love to cook with. Unfortunately these plants prefer cooler climates. Odd, considering cilantro is such a popular herb in Mexican cooking.

Dill

Cilantro

Funky

Hotel Room in Kiev, Ukraine - part of the weekly Photo Hunters

In case you're looking to book this funky room it's at the President Hotel in downtown Kiev. The lobby has been remodeled and looks quite sleek (and the bar serves a generous beer!). Alas, it appears that the rooms haven't been touched since the Soviet era. Good thing I had my eyes closed most of the time.

Gardening in Haiku

Okay, I'm hooked - had to enter the Haiku Buckaroo contest. And keeping with the theme of my blog here you go:

Water you daily
Ever faithful, vigilant
Give me tomatoes!

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Brilliant purple stars
You bloom for me so rarely
Lucy, stop chomping!

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Basil, sage and thyme
Growing more than I can use

Herbs make good neighbors