It's been a better day. It's certainly been a full day. I started out with a five mile walk where I took this picture.
That, my friends, is the house where THE rose is growing. Do you note the pirate flag? It's way out in the country, across the road from the cemetery, and no one ever appears to be home and the gate is closed. There is an etiquette to be observed in the more rural areas of North Florida and one of the rules is Thou shalt not fuck with anyone's property.
And, this being rural North Florida, guns could always be involved and just because there are no cars parked out front, it doesn't necessarily mean that no one is home. And these could be the nicest people in the world. They do seem to have a little greenhouse attached to the end of the house and I like to think that people who grow things are good people, nice people, but sometimes people are growing things that they don't want other people to take note of.
Know what I mean?
This is all to say that going up and asking for a cutting of their rose is not something that's probably going to happen in this lifetime. And as much as I lust after that rose, I am just not the sort of person who would take a cutting without permission.
And here's a really crappy picture of the rose, totally out of focus, because I only risked the second it took to get it.
But look at that deep scarlet color. And I tell you it smells just like a rose should smell. And it's a rather large sized blossom. Not as big as a cabbage rose, but still large.
In short, it is a sort of perfection.
So, anyway, here's another picture I took while I was walking.
Not the same sort of beauty, but beautiful nonetheless.
So I did the walk and I came home and got in the garden and finished planting my tomatoes and peppers and eggplants and pulled up some more arugula and a few collard greens too. They are bolting and getting bug eaten. And then I planted the corn and then I picked some collards and kale for our supper and then I picked some beets and carrots to pickle.
Which, as you can see from the picture up top, I did.
I got out the canning kettle and the vinegar and the spices and the sugar and I scrubbed the beets and carrots and cooked them
and sterilized the jars and then peeled and sliced the beets and carrots and made the pickling solution and by the time I'd done all of this work, I only got three pints worth.
Still, it felt good to get that project started and it reminded me that I need a new canner because mine is rusting and that can't be good. Every decade or so a woman just needs a new canning kettle.
And now the collards are cooking and I've cleaned up the bowls and pots and utensils used in the canning process and I will admit that I am exhausted but I am also so amazing grace grateful for a better day.
I've heard all three pints' lids pop down and so that is a success, albeit a small one, and also, these roses are growing in the little area beside my kitchen.
Jessie reports that Levon is determined to crawl and has two teeth coming in.
And by god, there's a 90% chance of rain tonight.