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Parking Encounters

Sometimes, when you’re having a tough time, you just need to go to Safeway.

You just need to go to Safeway, so that on your way in, you can bump into the woman parked next to you, who is on her way out.

She looks (and sounds) like “Yoga Jones“, the hippie sage from Orange is the New Black. She’s carrying way too much crap, and smoking a cigarette at the same time. In her armloads of crap is a full vase of roses.

Which she drops. Right behind the wheel of her car (luckily, not yours).

And she just laughs, and smiles through her cigarette, and says “Ah well, f#@% it!” She sets all her crap down, bends over, picks up the best rose from the bunch, and gives it to you.

To me.

“You look like you could use it.”

Indeed I could. And I did.


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Nature Drama

After recently having so many good days in nature, I’m now having some bad ones.

First, two of my three prized tomato plants decided to take a turn for the worse.

Then my cucumber vine decided to put all its efforts into a single cuke, leaving the other eight on the vine in a state of perpetual cuke infancy.

Then a nice coating of powdery mildew showed up on the youngest of my rose bushes – the dainty little one I’d been laboring over patiently for months, waiting for its first blooms. And now I’ve chopped those blooms off prematurely and sprayed the naked stem left behind with fungicide. AND IT MOCKS ME.

But really, I’m most pissed off at this:



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True Yellow Rose of Texas

So, just in case you were wondering who I cut all my calla lilies for…

The answer is, this lovely lady:

Dorothy on her 90th birthday.

Dorothy on her 90th birthday.

Grandma Dorothy Eastwood: 90 years old as of this past Saturday.

As you can see, she got a few other flowers, too — including 90 yellow roses from her family back home in Texas.

If anyone deserves hundreds of flowers on their birthday, it’s this woman. Not only is she really as lovely as every bloom, but she’s a gifted gardener who gives me new insight into what to do with my own plants on a weekly basis.

Some day, she will leave behind a world peppered not only with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, but with roses, calla lilies, irises, and African violets — all beautiful creations that wouldn’t be here without her.

And for that reason, I am working really, really, REALLY hard on getting the violet she gave me to bloom.

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War of the Roses

My roses were rusty.

Ugh. Phragmidium!

Ugh. Phragmidium!

Past-me is surprised that Present-me even just typed that sentence. But it’s true:

My roses were rusty. And it sucked. Continue reading

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Tournament of Roses!

Even though at this point it’s safe to say that Michigan’s probably not going to the Rose Bowl…


Perfect red rose.

My most recent front-yard bloomer.

But don’t be fooled, people —

While my newest rose baby is bright red, I still bleed Blue this weekend.

I believe in you, Wolverines…

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