Monday, July 23, 2012
Beauty and Bounty
I've taken the day off. No work, no stress...il dolce far niente.**
After walking the dogs this morning, I came home, dinked a bit on the computer, answered some emails, commented on a few blogs, checked in with my mother, made a smoothie, and went outside to see how my contrary garden grows.
Above is a photo of my beautiful Dahlia. I'm not usually a pink girl, but I just love this. The color is so cheerful, especially with those bright yellow centers.
A closer view...
Once upon a time--during my Georgia O'Keeffe period--I shot many a roll of film, just on flowers, with my trusty Nikon. Several of them I was able to sell, plus I framed a few to give as gifts, keeping just two for myself, which I have hanging right now--one in the hall and one in the den. There's something so exquisite about a flower. I find them erotic and sensual and intensely female.
Occasionally, however, there comes a flower that is inherently male, no question. This is one of a red poppy, the one that hangs in the den. There is absolutely nothing feminine about this stud at all. He's bold and flashy, though slighty scary, and very macho.]
So, after the Dahlia photos, I went up the slope to check on my zucchini. And honestly, I really think these plants should be studied by science. It's not natural for a plant to grow this fast. Just a few days ago I had several fingerlings, today I have at least two child-sized baseball bats.
I cut the two largest from the vine before they got even bigger and took over the world. I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with them. Maybe a frittata, a quiche, or just plain ol' fried slices? Cripes. I'm only one woman. How much zucchini can one woman eat? Guess I'm about to find out...
**the sweetness in doing nothing.