It's another hot one in the zinnia patch today. Our weather guy posted this map yesterday showing us in the top 1% of the world for highest heat index of near 110-115. (Hint: We are not in the Sahara. :~/ )
Millie and I walked the trail early. It was eerily quiet this morning. A doe was in no hurry to leave her cedar thicket just off the path. Somewhere the summer tanagers were hiding in the thick branches above us. They were quiet as were the mockingbirds and other songbirds that usually sing their early morning songs.
A couple of black swallowtail butterflies seemed undaunted, however, flitting from flower to flower.
There were more poppies to admire. My grandmother and Georgia O'Keefe would have loved this bright red one. I did too.
In last year's journal, I had written about these two fabulous women. Of Georgia O'Keefe I had scribbled, "She kept the tails of rattlesnakes she killed in a tin box. She picked bones from the desert in lieu of flowers. To me they are as beautiful as anything I know." In her new desert home in New Mexico, she never looked back and the red poppy was no more....
My grandmother's home surrounded by red flowers.
Then, dearer to me, were these notes I had written about my grandmother.
My grandmother....
💗 loved the color red ~ red dahlias and verbena. And, Santa Claus. Her Christmas cards always had pictures of Santa Claus on them.
💗 enjoyed taking visitors on a walk-about to look at her flowers, gardens and orchards.
💗 took pride in raising large juicy deep red Black Diamond watermelons.
💗 tended a large flock of prized brown leghorn hens (and a rooster or two that was up crowing at the crack of dawn.)
💗 cooked on a wood-burning cookstove until she replaced it with an electric one later on.
💗 set up make-shift racks from metal roofing for drying fruits, apples and peaches from the orchard.
💗 lit a kerosene lamp at night for light until they got electricity.
💗 taught me how to make doll house furniture from light-weight cardboard, and flowers from crepe paper ~ red, of course.
💗 took me to the corner drug store for ice cream served in clear glass dishes. We sat in a booth and talked.