I was surprised today by a blooming Iris. As surprises go, this one is so welcome. They don't bloom every year so that makes it all the more appreciated.
Jessie and Vergil came over today and we were going to go on a boat ride but then something came up with the steering on that boat and so forget that and then Mr. Moon and Vergil started on another project which took most of the afternoon. Jessie and I hung out with the kids and August and I read a book that had a beanbag game in it so I got out the sewing machine and some beans and we made two purple and two yellow beanbags and then I told him I'd make a pillow for him which led to Jessie and Levon and August and I piling into their truck and heading down the road to find some red clover to pick and put in the pillow. I used to make little red clover pillows for Hank and May and I had a yen to do that for August. We found some clover to pick and then we drove home and on the way we stopped by a little house where I used to live which had been for sale for a long time. I had loved that house and it was falling into dust but someone has bought it and it looks loved now as does the yard. That pulled some memories from their place in my heart of a time so long ago and so painful in some ways, so wonderful in others.
I stuffed August's pillow not only with the red clover but also with some rose petals and regular old stuffing. The clover smells like fresh-cut grass and I hope it makes my grandboy's dreams sweet as they can be.
The pillow is now on his bed where he's going to sleep tonight in Mer and Bop's room. We want him to be here tomorrow morning early when the guys come to take down the tree. He was a pretty patient boy this afternoon, waiting for his parents and brother to leave so that he could have his grandfather all to himself. He asked me a little while ago if I would please put my shoes on and go out and tell Boppy that it was time for some movie time.
Time for movie time.
And now it is. Mama and Daddy and Brother have all gone home and August is as happy as he can be.
So is his grandfather.
And the grandmother is pretty happy too. We're going to have some leftover black beans and maybe some macaroni and cheese and a little roasted broccoli to bring the green to us. Last night I picked and washed and chopped a good amount of various greens and sauteed them with garlic and a slice of bacon and some olive oil. I sprinkled them with vinegar and each of us got a bowl of heaven to go with the ambrosia which was the black bean soup with pickled red onions. The bread was good too.
I'm glad I'm a decent cook because I sure do like to eat.
My merry little man with his new haircut.
And here's my blooming buck-eye. It has grown so much taller this year.
There have been two pairs of swallow tailed kites flying high above the trees today, heralding their return with their piercing whistle cry. It feels like a blessing upon us.
Whole lot of sweetness going on, each day a celebration of some blossom opening, some bird returning, some new variation on perfect blue days, babies growing, their love wrapping itself even more firmly around our hearts.
Not going to complain tonight. Not one bit.
Oh, be still his heart, he can be assistant super and chief looker-on of the of the tree crew! Does he have a hard hat? I feel his commitment a thousand miles away!ReplyDelete
Is that a buckeye of the nut producing variety? I've been told they do not grow much north of Ohio, but I have no idea of their southern range. And, it will be good to have our spring harbingers. I have a dense bed of wild iris, somewhere down in the cold, wet, cold ground.
No hardhat but he does have ear protection.Delete
Yes. They buckeyes do produce nuts but this one never has yet. My second Iris opened today.
Could you post your recipe for pickled red onions?ReplyDelete
Mostly I just make a sort of brine with lime juice and rice wine vinegar, maybe a little balsamic and a little sugar. Sorry but I don't have exact measurements.Delete
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Oh my, the joy in those pictures! So bright and alight, those faces.ReplyDelete
Happy babies. They love being out here in Lloyd.Delete
All of it is so lovely -- and those boys are just adorable!ReplyDelete
My little dudes.Delete
I have some blue and white iris that used to bloom every year but while the foliage comes up they haven't bloomed in at least two years. I do miss them. the kites haven't returned here yet. sounds like a sweet day.ReplyDelete
It was a sweet day.Delete
I started putting kitchen scraps in the area of those iris and I wonder if the chickens scratching and pooping and the scraps they don't eat rotting into the ground haven't fertilized the area. Who knows?
What a splendid post ~ the stunning iris, bean-bag-making, the incredible pillow made with freshly picked red clover & rose petals & so much LOVE, time for movie time with snuggly cuddles, swallow tailed kites, and more...just another day in the life of the magical Moonbeam family!ReplyDelete
It was a good day, Lulu! A long one but a good one.Delete
I have a question! Your garden is full of evil stingy, bitey bugs - ants and chiggers and nasties that would cause so much misery to tiny people - but those tiny people always seem to be happy out there in bare feet and shorts etc. How does that work? Are they super tough Floridian babies, or are they sprayed with all sorts of deterrents, oris it just early enough in the year not to worry?ReplyDelete
No real bad flying biting bugs yet although the gnats have been horrible. I'm not sure why Levon didn't have his shoes on. Generally we force them to wear them outside because of the ants and the nettles in the yard. But good observation, Jo! When I looked at the picture my first thought was "Where are his shoes?"Delete
Well, barefoot is always good, if he can get away with it!Delete
What a cutie. I'm looking forward to barefoot weather.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful iris! I love the idea of a clover pillow. I've never heard of that, but I bet it smells wonderful.ReplyDelete