i may forget the time but you-know-who never does. He expects his afternoon tea snack around 3, as usual and if the bowl is empty i hear about it. Though sometimes, he comes in unannounced and quietly reaches up with a paw and taps me on the derriere
Googling my given, earthly name yields only boring results--since i am not--not, i tell you--a "Victoria". (one of the many reasons i honor my beloved mother)
i was shocked, i tell you, at some of the results when i Googled my alias, my blogging handle:
i am most certainly not--Hmpf!!-- a ventilation system.
Nor am i a minor league baseball team.
And, heaven forbid, i am certainly not any sort of software.
i am not a graffiti artist in NYC but i'm very curious to learn more... (but becareful if you click on that link--turn down the volume first)
i am not a handsome train nor any of the other, unattractive vehicles that share my name though i wouldn't mind being a very nice bicycle
Only one entry in the first 4 pages of the search results comes close to the essence: "Swish your fingers across a visual landscape to create your unique story. Zephyr by Sonic Mule™ magically translates your touch and movements into distinctive wind sounds to complement your written message. Your composition might give rise to a refreshing ocean breeze, a sudden gust of air or a howling tornado."
Sadly, it is...*coughsputtercoughcough*...an iphone *sputtercoughcough* app.
Disastified with these results i decided to see what happened when i Binged my name and i was very pleased to see that Microsoft found a greater number of satisfactory Doppelgangers:
i am not a sailing blogger but i sure wouldn't mind being one, like this fellow who gave me a quote i will keep: "All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know." Richard Wilbur
And, for the "full circle" moment in this exercise i discovered that there is a Zephyr Cove, Nevada. Proving what i've always felt: You can take the girl out of the desert but you can't take the desert out of the girl. This is not a "bad" thing. Not anymore. It gives me a marvelous perspective for the rest of the world. But you can keep it, OK? And it does explain why i never met a rainy day i didn't love.
It is also called "tulip poplar" but this is a misnomer. It is not a poplar. It is a member of the magnolia family. (here is an excellent article with a very nice illustration showing that the outline of the tree's leaves also bring to mind tulips.)
Speaking of magnolias i am finally remembering to share these images of the huge, intensely fragrant flowers of Magnolia x 'Judy Zuk' named for the wonderful and very much missed President of Brooklyn Botanic Garden
And here are a few photos of the flowers on another misnamed (if you ask me) tree Magnolia sieboldii 'Colossus' doesn't seem to fit for a flower that i can hold in my hand. Perhaps the name was given for the size of its leaves (one source says they can reach 12" in length)
The flowers actually dangle facing downward rather than opening to the sky
My friend via the aether, Craig, is very talented photographer and visiting his blog i learned about the "Gardening Gone Wild Picture This Photo Contest." This time around, the challenge is (according to the judge) to use slow shutter speeds to "...capture the continuity in what would otherwise be a single moment. It can be like using the camera for an entirely different purpose- instead of stopping one instant you are recording a whole segment of time."
i chose this image to submit because, for me, it does just that: captures the experience of being out in a strong wind and rain storm last April, at Greenwood Gardens--safe and dry in the car, viewing the garden through a rainy windshield.
Shot with my "shirt pocket" camera: 1/40th of a second f 4.9 iso 800
i keep telling myself that there are enough wonderful plants in the garden that i really don't need to add anymore.
i was already in love with nigella--the flower although the famous Nigella person is pretty swell, too. (Don't you just love gorgeous people who don't seem to know just how gorgeous they are on the outside?)
Two weeks ago, i met and fell in love with this rose and decided on the spot i need her (do click on the image, to view it larger...and you'll see the nigella, too)
This is Mme. Gregoire Staechelin. She is growing in the nursery bed at Greenwood Gardens. Louis, the Director of Horticulture, has been collecting plants to use throughout the garden once the current renovation project is complete. That bamboo "trellis" is temporary or at least we all hope so the original target date for completion has been extended at least 3 times. Hopefully, she will be moved to her permanent home next spring. Anyway...
According to Internet sources, this beautiful pink climber was introduced by the Spanish hybridizer, Pedro Dot and is also known by the name, "Spanish Beauty" And now that i've met her, i can't for the life of me understand why she is not more widely available.
Searching the Internet, i find only one source here in the U.S.: Rogue Valley Roses--who claims it is "deservedly popular". Hmpf. Maybe in the rose crazy land of western Oregon, but it is certainly not popular enough to find its way into most mail order sources--not even the revered Antique Rose Emporium.
Country Garden Roses in the UK praises it very highly: A fine climbing rose with huge blooms of soft rosy carmine with crimson shadings. Summer flowering but a breathtaking sight in full bloom. If spent blooms are not removed, very large pear shaped fruits are produced that change slowly from green to yellow gold. Dark green foliage with good disease resistance. Can cope with a North wall. Scented. [Her perfume is very similar to sweet peas, if you ask me] Has won numerous awards including. Bagatelle Gold Medal 1927 American Rose Society John Cook Medal 1929 Royal Horticultural Society Award Of Garden Merit. 1993.
So, hey RHS...why wait until 1993 to honor Pedro's fabulous rose?? She is so worthy of love, admiration, and a prominent spot in the garden.
As my friend Kate said yesterday what we've got is not global warming it's global frying!
It was 80 degrees F at 8am this morning. i refrain from checking the thermometer during the heat of the day and i quickly click "reset" every evening because i know without looking that it was close to 100 both yesterday and today.
And not a breath of a breeze.
The good news: clouds are building, even as i type. the weather radar shows a line of thunderstorms headed our way and there is Ben & Jerry's in the freezer and the forecast high for Saturday: 75!
and today i'm celebrating that young golden boy who stole my heart
who i created this blog for because he loved to see so many of the things i do.
And, one of my favorite things about that young man was his eclectic taste in music.
i remember the impassioned musicappreciation lesson he shared with me one evening on his last visit to this garden...all about the fine art of wailing guitars, Van Halen and what sets them above all the rest. Then, half an hour later, he was singing the praises of bass-baritone Paul Robeson. Then, he went online so i could hear another of his favorite songs: