Spring is here. It’s a good thing.
My forays into the Saint Saens design past where I stopped Thursday turned out
to be duds. Yes, duds plural. The math just wouldn’t work. I’m not deterred as
I learned last month that when the math isn’t working, it’s usually because I
was taking my values from the wrong facet of the music. In other words, I was
looking in the wrong place for my visual cues. A little like reaching for the
swell when I should be reaching for the choir. So, a big fat void where there
should be lace. It’ll likely take me several days to get back to the design.
Anyway, as I started to say,
spring is here. We went plant shopping Sunday afternoon and found some
candidates for the front yard. I hope they work. We’ll know in a few years.
Yawn!!! We also found a surprise: a Chicago Peace rose. Now, I know for you
rose aficionados, you should buy bare root in the fall from a rose grower. I
bought a potted version from a mass market nursery. I don’t know if it will
survive and do well, but I couldn’t resist. You see, my mom had a Chicago Peace
in her front yard. The bush was HUGE and produced rather large blooms 10-11
months a year. It hardly had any problems like disease and pests, just enjoyed
growing. I hope my little plant does half as well. We’ll know in a few years.
I’m off now to reproduce things
that were lost that I only discovered were missing 15 minutes before I needed
them. I muddled through, but I need to replace them.