One of the two main events of my September would have to be the long-awaited delivery of five trees, five shrubs, and 10 perennials, all native and eager to please the birds and the bees. The soil was still bone dry but at least not sizzling hot, so now we have more oaks as well as serviceberries, elderberries, grey dogwoods, a honeysuckle and a scarlet maple leaf viburnum. My friend and neighbour, Pam, arrived with a tray full of native perennials like bergamot, grasses, and even obedience plants (so named for their willingness to assume and hold a position. The best go on to do ballet of course) . I get giddy just thinking about them, which gives you some idea of how low I set the bar for entertainment these days. And they did miraculously inspire the new series: native species. I used to imagine a weedy mess. Knowing better now, I am thinking of showcasing ten species perhaps. “The Pagoda Tree in Autumn” is the first, and I suspect that the amelanchier will be the next. As a prairie kid I was surprised and delighted to learn about saskatoons from my mom; that there was a grove of them in my elementary schoolyard was a happy secret the two of us shared.
But trumpets, please. The art group is back!! Socially distanced but existing in the same space once a week. Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen! Having spent the last two and a half years alone with a man, albeit my favourite one, I have been starved to the backbone for the company of women. Older men may have a reputation for indulging in a grump or two but women just seem to become more light-hearted. Put a bunch of them together and just try to stop us from laughing. This group is capable to running a large and heterogenous show without resorting to pistols at dawn. And our sweet reward is to see old friends again after such a fraught hiatus.
Piper just nosed me to ask if I had mentioned her (female) surgery. She is now minus a few parts. We all survived it. We all suffered. Now our blood pressure doesn’t peak when she executes a standing leap. Her onesie can be retired. Sadly, one of her ears lost the fight with gravity. Einstein was right.