Today was the anniversary of my father's death. I remember the day well. I was young and have spent my entire adult life without a father figure. The memories have faded. I used to hear his voice clearly and now it seems like a faint familiar sound far away. It's difficult enough to lose someone who means so much to you, especially a parent when you are a young child. It is more painful to forget...or lose the memories..the sounds...the laughter...the images. I hang on to all I have. I made a tradition to plant a tree every year in memory of my dad...wherever I lived. This year I planted an apple espalier. Each row has a different kind of apple grafted on it. Yes...it's freaky cool and no, it is not a natural born tree, but one that was manipulated and contorted and well...it's just fun. It was a gift from a customer.
I watched The Big O and Magnum tool around the yard... destroy my flowers, bring me the one in a container I had not yet planted, first run through the sprinkler, then chew on it ...trying to inhale the cold water(103 degrees today high-beat me)and finally...take a huge doggie dump near my favorite flowers. All is bliss at Lake de Fargo. Don't get too close to the flowers...you could ingest the poo.
Favorite western garden flowers..Red Birds In A Tree. They look like little cardinals.