69 bar rises 29.73 0mph NNW dew-point 57 A summer night
Last Quarter of the Flower Moon
This time period, after the iris bloom and the lilacs have died back, we have annuals like petunias, begonias, geraniums and vinca plus the odd Siberian Iris and peony, not many late June perennials in our garden. We await now the Asiatic lilies. My favorite among our flowers many of the lilies in our garden came from lily fanciers who live in the upper midwest. Purchased at a lily growers special season sale at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, they come in beautiful colors and many, like the Star Gazer, have scents that beguile. A bit later the hemerocallis, day lilies, will begin to bloom. They will take us into September along with the Liguria, the bug bane and the bush Clematis.
It is a clear night. Stars light the sky, ancient messengers of events and objects of long past. They are deep history, a counterpoint to the now. Insects chirp. The occasional owl hoots. Maybe the sound of some small animal scurrying through the grass in search of food. A bats quick, furtive flight crosses the moon’s half lit face.
These nights offer a softness and elegance found only in the natural world. There is no need for fancy dress, cocktails or dance music. All you have to do is walk outside and share the company. Your clothing or lack of it will not matter. Some of the party may find you irrestible, of course. Yes, unwanted attention sometimes mars a quiet night. It does show, though, that you have a niche. You are the canape.
Kate and I spoke to Mary on Skype today. Arranging a physical connection with Singapore has its modest challenges. She called us, for example, at 11:00 PM today, though it was 10:00 AM here. Today has long since turned into tomorrow there. She’s off this week finishing the revisions to her dissertation. Then it heads out to her supervisor for one last check, then onto external readers. More revisions likely. Finally, the oral defense sometime from now. Later, awarding of the doctorate. Pretty cool.
She may visit the temperate latitudes building at the Botanical Gardens as a treat for finishing. That’s where they have trees and plants adapted to cold weather, a mirror to our conservatories with their palms and philodendrons and other tropical vegetation. A strange notion from the perspective of Minnesota.