No point denying that the orange wheelbarrow reminds me of many happy days on our island, as it was so often pressed into service to cart home our guests' baggage as well as to provision many happy meals together. And sometimes it even got pressed into service as a baby splash pool!
here, it was the sight of white Rose of Sharon (hibiscus syriacus) in full, glorious late-summer bloom, that prompted me to push the Start button on the moving process.
So when I spotted this shrub in full bloom the other day, I couldn't help but be swamped by a wave or two of emotions, mixed yes, but dominated by a sense of achievement at what we've done in the time it takes a small tree to show off its blooms, drop them, let its leaves turn colour and fall, suffer the winter cold and wind and rain and snow with only its bark as protection, and then, later than most of the other shrubs and trees in the garden, deck itself out with leaves again, throw forth a plethora of buds, and finally, once again, glory in its floral raiment. . . .
As I said earlier, I'll be happily reading your comments from time to time, but I'm trying hard to resist responding during my break for fear of defeating the whole purpose of the blog vacation. But we'll chat soon, okay?