|Top Rosa 'Buttercup', below Rosa 'Emily Louise' & Hosta 'Marilyn'31 August 2021
For me my birthday has rarely been a happy affair. There were some pluses, 50 of them. I shared my birthday in the company of my Rosemary for 50 years. 2020 was the first without her as she was in Lillooet helping our daughter in the garden. But I did have this unusual event in that birthday.
This time my Rosemary is no longer with me and the melancholy has set in spite of that more-or-less sunny day.
Alexandra has a terrible cold so she will not be drivng to visit me in Vancouver. My foursome from Burnaby are coming tonight for my dinner of authentic, Swiss style, cheese fondue and a dessert of two flanes done with Rosemary’s recipe.
This meal will be a pleasant one but Rosemary will be missed.
I decided to do this plant scan to cheer me up. The two roses, Rosa ‘Buttercup’and Rosa ‘Emily Louise’ were faves of Rosemary who late in our gardening life learned to appreciate yellow. Yellow hostas, this one Hosta 'Marilyn’ are usually called gold hostas. For today yellow will do just fine.
There was one event today that almost wants to make me believe in fate. Anybody who has kept up with my blog may know that I was raised as a Roman Catholic and that my mother sent me to a Catholic boarding school, St. Edward’s, in Austin, Texas. It was there where I received a very good education (the Brothers of Holy Cross are the same that teach at Notre Dame in South Bend, Indiana) in civics, history, theology and just about everything else if you throw in the fact that Brother Edwin Reggio, C.S.C. forcibly persuaded me to play the alto saxophone.
I was driving to Kerrisdale to pick up my arthritis medicine at London Drugs. When I was almost there I spotted a woman walking with a tall and young priest. I kept going and thought about it. I drove around the block. He was getting into the passenger seat of a car. I cried out, “Father!” With a smile on his face I told him, “Today is my birthday, will you bless me?” This Father Justin did and because of covid he did not touch my forehead. The blessing was beautiful. Before leaving I said,"Sursum corda." He replied, "Habemus ad Dominum."
As I got into my car, I wondered if in some way today is was lucky day.
And it began well. At 9:30 I went around the corner to get my haircut with Miri the Albanian barber. After my 78 years of existence ( I do not remember the early years), I have finally secured a barber who talks little and does not (I told him not to the first time he cut my hair) show me the back of my head with a mirror (I hated that)!