This is one of
those rare, quiet weeks, following Labor Day, still warm but beginning to
feel that chill in the evening breeze.
Not a lot going on around the homestead and the lake calm, settled. Our boats are not yet out so we have taken a
few lazy, slow cruises in the early evening.
We’ve built fires and sat around watching the sky darken, said our good
nights to the day over a glass of wine, a hunk of cheese. It’s rained a bit and the flowers are tossing
their goodbyes, petal by petal, into the wind.
Up early on
Saturday, hubs and I went down to the courthouse area and strolled through
vendor booths, at an annual festival. I
then asked if we could go to the greenhouse and pick up a large mum, and maybe
a couple smaller ones, for some pots around the house that I haven't yet filled. Now, this was an amazing feat…an arts and
crafts festival AND a trip to the greenhouse? To buy stuff? Rare in this house
for him to go along, but go along he did as I walked up and down the aisles at
the greenhouse trying to make a size and color choice. It’s only one dang pot of mums for crying out
loud, just pick one. I could hear it as
clearly as if it were spoken out loud.
Only it wasn’t from him, it was me.
I don’t want
that orangey bronze…too close in color to the millions of leaves we will soon
have fluttering into the yard. I don’t
want yellow, again, too close in color, but, we also have so many yellow daffodils in
the spring I want something different, and the pots are yellow, so no. No to white for no particular reason, just no. Lavender pink? No, not vivid enough. Red?
Sure, red! Of course, red. My favorite
color, duh. Now, which one? Perhaps a
hundred pots of red mums to pick from.
Not enough buds, too many buds. I
can’t tell, how do I know for sure this one is red? Is it round? Does that look
a little caved in to you?
We settled on a
nice fully rounded, deep crimson, with about half and half blooms and buds, and
two smaller pots to combine into one planter ... one of them yellow. Cause yellow mums, hello. We talked about future boxes for the deck, once the railing is complete,
so not this year but next year, look out.
Loaded the mums in the back of his car, talked of the work he has
planned for the rest of the day but, hey, let’s take a ride first. I don't know if I have ever been down this road.
We’ve got nowhere to be and no one coming in
for the weekend, yes, let's take a ride.
