Certain plants didn’t get the autumn memo

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bleeding heart, gardens, growing seasons, lilac, postaday2013

Believe or not but the nascent Bleeding Heart that was growing last week in my compost heap has grown into a mature plant, large and bushy and the lilac bush is still blooming in the interior of the bush while being surrounded by the outer dying branches. It is such a hoot, I am in constant admiration of the power that Mother Nature has within her grasp and shows us everyday. Normally I wouldn’t be that amazed but we have had several nights that have hovered around 39 degrees and these two plants don’t emerge for those kind of temperatures so to see them still thriving is seriously cool.

I’m curious to see what pops up next year at springtime in the compost heap, if I’ll get even more Bleeding Hearts and how the Lilac bush in the back will come back and if I will get two blooming seasons again. All of this makes me curious and already looking forward to next spring, it’s going to be a long winter, waiting for my curiosity to be appeased.

Celebrate good times

You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?

Whenever anyone one of us gets good news, we celebrate it as a family or at least we try to and the celebration always involves food. We either celebrate by going out depending where we are; if we are up here we will tend to go to the sushi restaurant in Westfield called K's or if by some chance we are in Boston together, we could go any which way in terms of cuisine.

Or if I am feeling up to snuff, then I do take requests for whatever the celebratory person has in mind as a delectable delight, be it sweet or savory. Celebrations are enhanced in my mind by food or at least the special quality of great dishes, those dishes that have been prepared with great care and love.

A birthday celebration is coming soon, the baby boy's so I wonder what kind of menu he will be asking for to celebrate his special day. I am sure that he will put in a good deal of thought since he prides himself on his savory palette. I will be fun I'm sure.