"A Primrose by the River's brim..." My Primrose are nowhere near a river's brim, but they are lovely in the parterre garden. Whenever I'm working out in the parterre, I'm always reminded of the line from A Quiet Man: "Oh, look... A Primrose by the River's brink. NO! It's a Primrose by the River's brim because the next line ends with hymn!" A quarreling vicar and his wife. Not sure why I find it funny, but I do!
It's warm, humid, sticky morning out in the Carondelet Garden this Friday in mid-July. It's early and the roofers have arrived to begin their work. Thank goodness for trustworthy skilled labor. These are things I cannot do, and I am grateful to those who have the skills and ability to get the job done. It is always a pleasure to watch a skilled craftsman or woman ply their trade. As much as we may own this old house and garden, it seems it truly owns us. Work is never truly finished as much as it is abandoned for the moment. Weeding, watering, planting, harvesting, painting, caulking, etc... it's a never-ending process. Yet, I would miss it all if I couldn't do it anymore. I am so often amazed by the little things that bring me such amazing joy. I am constantly reminded of the incredible journey we are on every moment of our lives. Amazing grace! Heading out to get some gardening done in the early morning before the heat and humidity really take over. Stay cool and hydrated on this humid, hot Friday in July. That's all the news from here in the Carondelet Garden.
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