My small reunion with my garden

Tags

flowers, garden, heat, plants, postaday2013, thirsty

We came back home this afternoon and I could see as soon as we pulled in the driveway that my plants were soooo thirsty. As hot as New York and Boston were, Blandford was just as hot and dry. I grabbed the hose and went all over the front garden soaking all plants and I could see their leaves perk up immediately as their roots were being cooled off and their thirst slaked. As I went to do the same in the back, I was greeted by new blooms, so as soon as everyone had their turn at being watered, I got my cell phone and went to town, taking pictures of all the beautiful colors. It is fun to take off for a few days and to come back to brand new blooms.

Fandom

Are you a sports fan? Tell us about fandom. If you’re not, tell us why not.

I wouldn't consider myself to be a sports fan. I like sports but more in theory than in actual practice. I used to watch sports with my father when I was much younger, we watched boxing because we both loved the sport. On the other hand, we watched other sporting events for a very different reason, the success of my father's restaurant. It sounds like an odd reason but it makes sense I assure you. My father's French restaurant was across the street from Madison Square Garden and the Garden hosted hockey games and basketball games so when the New York Rangers and the New York Knicks, hockey and basketball teams, were doing well, our restaurant was packed. When the Rangers and the Knicks did poorly, we had less customers because the fans didn't have games to go to and that made us sad.

The other sport that we loved to watch together as a family on the weekends during the winter was downhill skiing. My father knew the names of all the great downhill skiers, not too many French names but a lot of Austrian names. My father loved speed in all of its forms, fast cars, fast skiing, basically fast anything. This brought back wonderful memories of my father.