One of the best things about May is that this is the month our lilac bushes bloom. Not every year, mind you, because for some reason they tend to skip a year every couple of years, forcing me to wait for them to return the following year. This year though, both our bushes bloomed.
Bell loves sitting right by the lilac bush in the warm sun. I’m not sure if she too likes the smell of the lilacs or if it’s just the full sun on her back — either way, she’s enjoying something!
This afternoon I cut the first two bouquets from the bushes. The bushes are loaded with partially bloomed lilacs, but I managed to find two vasefuls of fully open lilacs. One for my neighbor Karen who absolutely loves lilacs, and the other for Grace.
I’m glad I cut them today because frost is predicted for tonight which might brown all the remaining. Thankfully the house will protect the ones I cut, filling the great room with the sweet scent that only comes round once a year, if I’m lucky, and for this I am — Simply Grateful.
I’m really not very good at this resting thing. Sitting in the house with my leg elevated and an ice pack set squarely on my knee, is pretty hard to take when outside the world is budding with color and life.
After finishing up dinner this afternoon (we eat dinner at 3:00 Tuesdays and Thursdays), I stole out of the house while Hubby was in the shower and checked out all the flowers in the yard. Spring has definitely sprung!
The plum tree has hundreds of tiny white blossoms itching to explode from their shells.
The lilac bushes are packed with growing flower stems.
A wild violet popped up out of the blue.
The hyacinth will probably be in full bloom this weekend.
I transplanted the flower Grace gave me last week, and “Fifi” is doing just fine. I wanted to name it Daisy, but that choice was vetoed.
And keeping me company, or shall I say keeping watch to make sure no one caught me as I enjoyed a stint in the fresh air, Bell checked out all the flowers in the yard too.
So, here I am, sitting back on the couch with my leg up, my new knee brace firmly pulled around my leg, and Bell sleeping at me feet. It was great to get out and enjoy a bit of the wonderful day we’re having. Tomorrow is supposed to be even nicer, so perhaps I’ll sit on the lounge chair and bird watch for a bit.
It’s difficult being laid up, even if it is only temporarily (I hope), but getting out for a few minutes to get some fresh air and enjoy the day made all the difference, and for this I am — Simply Grateful.
In May I planted six strawberry plants on the side of our house in hopes of harvesting some juicy strawberries come June. Well, June came and went and I think we had a total of maybe four strawberries. It didn’t really bother me because I figured next year we’d get more and the following year even more.
What a wonderful surprise it was about two weeks ago when I noticed several little berries under the spreading strawberry plants. Day after day more and more berries popped up and even more flowers were blooming. For the past week we have been harvesting two to eight berries per day and this isn’t counting the ones being eaten by the local cats and squirrels that run rampant.
This evening as I was leaving to take Bell for a walk, I noticed all the berries seemed to be multiplying and a tiny visitor on one of them.
This little guy was making a feast on one of the berries. I can’t blame him. They are like eating sugar and anyways, isn’t he one of the reasons I’m getting such a wonderful harvest this year from my gardens. As far as I’m concerned, he can eat to his little hearts content.
Further up the walk, as I passed my lilac bush, I stopped dead in my tracks. There on one of the branches was a tiny, very fragrant bloom!
Can you believe it — Lilacs in September? I’ve never heard of such a thing. What a perfect way to end the summer and welcome fall.
Summer is still here in spirit, the weather certainly isn’t reminiscent of fall, and these tiny reminders tell me that autumn is just going to have to wait its turn. Summer isn’t leaving without a fight, and for this I am — Simply Grateful.
The last few days have been picture-perfect here in Michigan — warm, sunny, and no rain, it doesn’t get much nicer.
With all the sun and warmth, the lilacs are pretty much in full bloom. Just walking on the side of the house where they grow, you are consumed by their fresh, sweet scent.
I don’t understand why lilacs last for such a short period of time. Although they have been “blooming” for about a week, they just reached full bloom when their scent becomes inescapable and will probably begin to wither and die by the weekend.
Knowing that they will last only for a few short days, I took the opportunity today to pick two bouquets. The first went to a neighbor who recently got out of the hospital and the second went up in my daughter’s room. It is a surprise for her when she gets home from work.
Summer is right around the corner. It is so close you can smell it, and not just in the blooming lilacs, and for this I am — Simply Grateful.