The Bradford pears have finally let go of their leaves and my backyard is a Turkish carpet of glory color now.
These trees were here when we moved in and Mr. Moon curses them for being useless and he is right except for these few weeks in fall. And they do make a pretty bloom in spring. Still, it would have been better to plant olive trees or citrus or fruiting pears, perhaps some of the gritty sand pears which I love to bake with.
The Bradford pears are certainly not of native origin here and once thought to be sterile, it is now becoming apparent that they are not and birds spread their seeds and the resulting sprouting trees in the woods can choke out natives.
Cut them down and put in a pool, is what I say! Perhaps bordered by the state tree, which is the Sabal Palm. And a few pear trees. And olive trees. Or citrus. Or Pink Perfections.
Or all of them.
I do tend to overplant.
Meanwhile, here they are and they are beautiful right this second.
The sky cleared today and the winter Solstice looked and felt and smelled far more like spring than winter. I am barefoot and wearing short sleeves and the sky became as blue as a dream lover's eyes.
(How many ways can blue be described?)
My Seafoam Camellia is blooming.
Isn't that just a splendid blossom?
I finished Maggie's dress.
It is not splendid but it is soft. When I was trimming the seam which held sleeve to bodice, I cut the sleeve and didn't even realize it until I was turning it right side out.
I had to rip the stitches of it and remove it and cut out and attach a new one.
God bless the inventor of the seam ripper.
I pretended today that it is not four days before Christmas and did not one thing to get ready. Tomorrow I am going back to Costco but Lily is going with me to give me direction and to keep me from falling apart in the aisles.
I may pre-medicate.
I need to go a few other places as well.
On this day a year ago, I was finishing up my final packing for Cozumel. I went back and looked at my blog post from then and had a little weep.
I also realized that my beets looked better last year at this point than they do now.
I better go make supper.
But first- my political statement of the day. I received this from Lulumarie last night.
There is little else to say.