Except mine, that is. The storm system that pounded much of the Houston area yesterday stayed well south of MCOK. As usual.
Fine, I exaggerate. But it FEELS that way. It seems like light years since I've seen a view like this out my front gate (This is an old picture, taken in November of 2003 or 2004, I think.) That wheelbarrow is at the end of the sidewalk and the lake you see? That's my street. I feel like this Goddess of the Garden ... I swear her face changes expression according to my moods. Doesn't she look despondent right now?
She and I would both do well to take inspiration from this brave little native columbine (Aquilegia canadensis). I bought several 4 inch pots of these at a local nursery and planted them in my courtyard sometime this spring ... I'm thinking it was before my surgical safari in March. I was disappointed (there's a dis again) and perplexed when they failed not only to bloom but to grow. They languished there, showing no inclination to do anything other than sulk. It was a happy surprise yesterday to find one of the plants blooming. True, it's a little droopy and disheveled, much like I am these days. This isn't the kind of weather it normally prefers: it's supposed to be happiest in spring's cooler temperatures and softer light. Yet somewhere in its depths this plant found the strength to carry on. It's a reminder that I can, too.