Thursday, April 28, 2011
When I was studying at Rutgers many years ago, I developed a deep appreciation for the writing of William Faulkner. His books, in particular, are so bound up in his own cultural influences that you cannot separate the South from the tales he tells. One of the leitmotifs woven throughout the fabric of his corpus is wisteria. It's heady perfume. It's graceful drape. It's southern ubiquity.
Imagine my complete delight when I discovered yesterday that along with the honeysuckle that blankets the fence between us and the corner neighbor is a new wisteria vine. I spotted three delicate purple flowers draped along the foliage, and I couldn't help but inhale the delicate fragrance, so like lilacs but without the overwhelming pungency that clings to the back of your nose after a whiff. Where it can from is anyone's guess. There's a beautiful wisteria vine creeping around a trellis at the opposite end of our street, but I don't know of another one that close. I can only imagine it is the work of the birds, bees, and the wind.
My lilac bush is in full bloom. The flowers are a soft shade of purple and the smell is simply divine.
I couldn't help myself. I immediately got out the scissors and took some clipping inside.
Now my whole kitchen has the faintest tinge of lilac perfume.
The peonies are about to open as well. I have at least 6 or 7 gorgeous buds about to burst open.
You can be sure some of them will also be coming inside. I think clipping flowers out of your own garden is one of the happiest things you can do.
Bringing the beauty indoors.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
If anything can be said about t-ball, it is an exercise in patience. It's like a microcosm of parenting. You pour a lot of effort into teaching these youngsters the rules of the game. Most of it seems to go in one ear and out the next. Many times they run around the bases the wrong direction or simply aren't paying attention when a ground ball comes their way, but after a few years you begin to see the fruits of your labors with increased focus, skill, and rule following.
Addison had his first t-ball game on Monday. It was fairly uneventful. Ironically, it was Yankees vs. Red Sox.
Each side batted through the line-up so that every boy got a chance at bat regardless of whether he was tagged out or not. They played 3 innings total with the goal of getting the children accustomed to the rhythm of the game.
Addison often seemed more interested in chatting with the nearest fielder or base runner than on the game itself.
And then this happened. In fact, I didn't even catch this little nugget until after the game when I was going through all the footage we took. In this video you'll see Addison on the pitcher's mound go for the ground ball. While it does go through his legs, his form is good. He did everything he was taught -- glove down, knees bent, use free hand like an alligator's jaws. After the play, the coach gives him a high five and then he does a little, private fist pump. It did his mama's heart proud.
Goofing around with a teammate.
Genevie enjoyed climbing all over the bleachers and being chased by Davis.
Actually paying attention.
Getting batting instruction from Coach Mark.
Hitting the ball.
Addison' fan club.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Imagine my sheer delight at discovering this photo on the Stratford Athletic Organization website following Opening Day on Saturday. I knew the picture was taken, but didn't really think much of it afterwards. Then yesterday at Addison's first t-ball game (yes, more on that to come soon) we ran into one of the moms whose son goes to Davis's preschool and she told us there was a great shot of us on the website. Here it is in all its glory. I can't believe we're all (minus Addison, of course, who was on the field with his team) looking AND smiling. It's a baseball miracle.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday was Opening Day, and it was nothing like you would expect an Opening Day to be. Instead of warm breezes and sunshine, we battled 40 degree weather, rain, and wind. I'm pretty much ready to send this April packing. It's been sub-par.
Even so, Addison enjoyed himself.
And so did Davis.
The jury's still out on this one.
The teams went out on the field, received some awards and words of encouragement for the upcoming season, and it all concluded with the announcement of the raffle winners.
I departed early with the other two. Cold weather and hungry tummies were not compatible.
Addison out on the field with his team. He's the hooded child facing the camera front and center.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know just what a nut I am for flowers and springtime. Now that we have our own little piece of earth to do with as we please, I actually get to grow flowers and shrubs outside and not just in pots inside. Last year with just moving, I could only really lay a foundation for some of the beautiful plants I wanted to add to our garden. This year, I feel like I've really made progress, and it has been a thrill to watch the bulbs and other living things that I planted last year, spring to new life.
This is our next door neighbor's cherry tree, which sits right along our property line. In fact, more of it hangs over into our yard than hers. I never knew until this past Saturday that cherry blossoms are deliciously, delicately fragrant. As I was weeding and working in my flower beds, I kept getting a whiff of the most sweetly soft perfume. Further inspection revealed it was the cherry tree.
Last year I put a peony plant into the ground. I cut it back rather severely this fall and you can hardly imagine my delight as I have watched it send up multiple healthy shoots. I can't wait to cut them and bring them indoors in a vase. Peonies are one of my favorite flowers.
Peonies run a close second to lilacs. I have always wanted a lilac bush and last year I plunked down a bigger chunk of cash than I care to admit for a gorgeous one. At the top of each stem you can see where I will be getting flowers this year. Worth every penny in my book.
I got two bags of bulbs last fall at our discount grocery store for something like $3 or $4. One was daffodils, the other tulips. The tulips have all just opened in the past few days and they are the most delicious shade of candy apple red with a couple of orange and yellow variegated ones thrown in for good measure.
Every time Trey sees the bulbs he says, we need to plant more. I definitely will. I would love both front beds to just be awash in tulips next spring.
And if peonies and lilacs are favorites, hyacinths are right up there with them. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm partial to highly perfumed flowers. Every year I get some for Easter, and last year I had the good sense to actually put them in the ground. 3 whites and 3 purples. They came up this year so beautiful and fragrant. I will definitely be adding more.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Are you kidding me?
Yes, Genevie, your brother is a Yankee. It's a comedy of errors really. The coach went to the shop to pick up his team's uniforms. They were supposed to the Arizona Diamondbacks, but through some snafu, the shop only had Yankee jerseys and hats left.
I know, Addison. Me too. I'm laughing on the outside but crying on the inside.
I'm not sure how to adequately explain the total insult and injury involved in rooting for your son...in a Yankee's jersey. You just can't understand...unless you're a Boston Red Sox fan.
Then you get it.