40 Days & 40 Nights
Submitted by High Altitude Gardening Blog
I don’t care what the calendar says. This first Columbine bloom of the season is the official start to my summer.
Oh, thank God! I thought to myself ~ as I peered out the kitchen window at bright sunshine. A glimmer of hope in this grey, dreary, overly saturated spring.
More first blossoms! Johnson’s Blue Geranium peeks out from behind lush foliage.
My joy was short-lived. The coffee hadn’t finished brewing when dark clouds blocked out the happy sun and another deluge was upon us.
It’s a toss up, I suppose. The scent of fresh Lilacs is intoxicating but the cheery pink blossoms of Flowering Almond are pretty irresistible, too.
I guess it really didn’t matter if it rained this weekend ~ which it did, as it has done for as long as I can remember.* And, will do for as long as Google can predict.
Because I was stuck behind closed doors in what could easily go down in history as the most depressing sales meeting I have ever attended.
And, I’m not even in sales.
So, just imagine how the sales reps felt.
Alliums standing tall(Haze, if you’re reading this, these are the ones I thought were tulips when you were visiting! Damn. I can’t get anything right!
As a freelancer, I work with all sorts of companies. Some are sweet. Some are mean. This company is by far the hardest ~ for the most childish of reasons. They don’t like me. They really don’t! I don’t know why they don’t like me. I’m kind of nice…
Mom’s Wild Roses are blooming up a storm.As I sat there for hours and hours and hours, I tried to earn my keep by offering up one [what I thought was a] good idea after another. They kept looking at me like I was the village idiot. At one point I actually went into the ladies room and sort of sniffed my shirt to see if, perhaps, I smelled really bad or something.
Non stop Tulip action! Heirlooms that (apparently) bloom forever.So, I’d toss out an idea and feel like a fool. Minutes later some fellow in the room would take my idea and repeat it to the crowd. Then everyone would smile and say… Oh, that’s good… Huh? I dunno, seems hard to believe that in this day and age I could be considered ‘a dumb girl.’ But, maybe so. The good news is I survived and I guess that counts for something. Hopefully something more than a bruised self-esteem.
* Admittedly I don’t have a great long-term memory. Or even a slightly good short-term memory, if you want to split hairs. But, I do think this is the rainiest damn spring I’ve ever seen.
However! This deep drenching has inspired pretty much every flower in my garden to get with the program.
