Wednesday, June 29, 2011

sorry about the bloglect. here are some flowers.

Hello.  My name is Leigh and I have been a horrible blogger.  I have been practicing blog neglect, or bloglect, if you will, due to a terrible case of "I don't give a flying crap about anything".  I am pulling myself out of that netherworld.  Triggered by being told by the library director that my position will be eliminated, I flew into a depression that is slowly subsiding.  I have since been offered a position and I will still have a job at the library doing the exact same thing, albeit with a smaller paycheck.  It's my reward for 30 years of dedicated enthusiastic service to the public.  Yeah!  I still have a job.  Damn!  I have to find a way to pay the mortgage.

Full disclosure...I've added an Amazon thing to the blog.  If you click through a book link, and buy something, I get a couple of pennies.

What has helped my mood is spending time in my garden, knitting, and my wonderful husband, Wayne.  Also, reading other blogs that I love, like Mara's blog Fantasia.  Back in March, she wrote about a gardening book that I subsequently ordered through interlibrary loan.  The book, Dear Friend and Gardener, is a series of letters between Beth Chatto and Christopher Lloyd.  It was comfort reading.  In a very odd coincidence, shortly after I read this book I received another book that I had put on hold.  I reserve tons of gardening and knitting books every month.  The next book to come was Color for Adventurous Gardeners by Christopher Lloyd.  Serendipity!

I promise to keep up with this blog.  I realize I've missed writing, and I hope you've missed reading.  Here are pictures of some currently blooming orchids to make up for the gap.  Things are looking up.  The rainy season is here.

Odd colors in a V. Mimi Palmer.
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From orchids
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Sunlight through purple vanda.
From orchids

Sunday, June 5, 2011

ahhh....the odor of summer

I was so glad to have the work week over.  Upon arriving home, I went straight to change into shorts and put my hair up, grab a beer and head out to the back patio to commune with my husband and with nature.  We sat chatting for a bit when Wayne mentioned that the heat and humidity seemed to make the air smell a bit musty.  Hmm...yes, it did.  In fact, it smelled a bit like something was rotting somewhere.  We talked a while more and Wayne went into the house to start dinner.  I sat in my rocker, checking out NPR news on my ipod.  It wasn't long before the aroma of something rotting caused me to start breathing through my mouth instead of my nose.

I put the ipod down and walked around to the back of the house where the voodoo lilies are starting to come up.  There, I saw the origin of that fetid stink.  An Amorphophallus bloom!  The flies were all over it. We have a fan on the patio to move the air about and it was moving the perfume of decay right at us.  I love my bizarre plants, though, and was delighted that this one bloomed again as it did last year.  We turned the fan to blast the smell away from the patio.  It reeks for only a day.  This strange and wonderful plant will send up a tree form after the bloom dies.  There are so far six more smaller voodoos coming up around it.  I call this the voodoo forest.  These plants look truly prehistoric, with their mottled rough stalks and palm like fonds.  They are easy to grow in zone 9 and die back in the fall.  In this picture, you can see smaller voodoos coming up on either side of the one that's blooming.
From Garden
The close-up...imagine Smell-O-Vision where you get the hint of a dumpster full of carcasses sitting out in the sun for a couple of days...
From Garden