Two of my favorite people share today as a birthday. One is Forgottenman, who has, I hope, already received his photo tributes via Jibjab, but now I’m thinking about my Mother, who would have been 110 today if she had lived.
Recently I read a letter where she mentioned how when I was a baby I used to pick the heads off flowers and bring them to her. Misguided then, as I still am now in some matters, I have nonetheless learned to leave the flowers where they grow. I took a little walk in my garden today, Mother, imagining you were here with me, seeking out the flowers that are less profuse now than they were a few months ago.
Winter comes to Mexico as well, and although it cuts a less-wide swath, our cold snap seems to have inhibited the hibiscus and even the poinsettias, that should be fully in bloom by now. This is what you would have seen if you had been able to take my walk with me. If you click on the first photo, all of the photos will enlarge and you can go through them as a slide series and also read their captions:
This little begonia is easily overlooked.
Berries on the heavenly bamboo will need to substitute for holly.
This orange thunbergia is beautifully invasive.
The lipstick plant seems to bloom year round but is hard to photograph.
All of my jade plants are flowering, many of the blooms gone to seed.
This is the only hibiscus presently blooming, other than the large bush next to the wall, where most of the blooms are growing on the side that droops over my neighbor’s wall.
These thunbergia are on of the hardest flowers to photograph. I don’t know why.
Morrie and Diego are very interested in this new little rock garden at the junction of the two brick pathways because it was a section they used to pretty consistently dig up, either to eat grass or to bury their bones. Now they are somewhat mystified by what has sprung un in their playgeround, even a month after the planting.
I almost missed these papaya blooms. In another month I hope to be eating the fruit beneath them.
Scamp and I invading sister Patti’s bed on a Saturday morning.
Our sisterly school photo. I was in the first grade. She was in the fourth. I inherited that dress!
It’s my big sister’s birthday today. We won’t mention ages, but suffice it to say that she was always four years ahead of me in everything except birthdays, because mine has been happening six days before hers ever since I was born. Happy birthday to my dear sister who always has my back.
The radiator’s sputtering and crumbs of birthday cake fly out from the thrown back sheet and spread out in your wake. Red wine from toppled glasses forms a little lake so perhaps staging the party in our bed was a mistake!
Today I’m sending out a small bouquet of two flowers as two very important people in my life were born on November 16. One is with me today and another has not been with us for 16 years, so the number 16 is especially significant today.
For my reclusive best friend, another reclusive little creature in a beautiful setting. Happy Birthday, Dux!
And, for my mother Pat, who was a fellow night owl who loved exotics and who would have loved my night view of this hibiscus, I am sure, if she’d lived to see it.
Happy Birthday, Dux and Pat. I love you both and think of you on your day!!!!
Had many nice surprises over the past few days, but two I can show pictures of are the cake my friend Jere brought to the poetry reading I coordinated yesterday (and friend Gloria provided the decoration for in impromptu fashion) and this huge bouquet of flowers my helper Yolanda brought to me today. They are nearly as tall as she is. Thanks to all who made this day special. oxoxo Judy