Happy Memorial Day!

Sorry to have been gone all week, but it was our yearly administrative meetings at work and between the actual meetings and the Powerpoint presentations, I was in no mood to be online or near a computer. Oh, but it's the weekend - a THREE day weekend and life is good.

[Dear Six Apart: If you don't fix the lag time and other clunky glitches on Typepad, I will be defecting to Blogger within the week. You took a perfectly fine, albeit not sexy format, and made it slow as molasses and obtuse. Than you vurry much.]


Things are hopping here in Pomegranateland.  Mr. Pom and I celebrated the return of summer with our first al fresco breakfast in the lovely hamlet next to us in suburbialand, i.e. Pink and Green By the Waterville.


























Notice that I virtuously forgoed (forwent?)  my pastries of years past and had a delicious bowl of Greek yogurt with fruit and granola. It was incredibly good, much better than the Greek yogurt I buy at the supermarket, or so I exclaimed to Mr. Pom. It is the yogurt you buy at the supermarket, he replied, it's just 2%, not skim. Holy Moley! I will have to compare labels to see if I can manage the extra fat and calories because the Fage with skim is really sour and even 2 Equals doesn't liven it up for me. Of course, the granola and honey on this dish - bad Mr. Pom for letting them put it on - isn't what I usually have, but it was great.


From there, we sped up to our favorite nursery, where we'd been dying to go for weeks. I held out, waiting for a sunny day and the anticipation was almost too much to bear (our version of Tantric sex).  We really should have to wear ankle collars that beep when we get within 100 feet of a plant nursery because neither of us has any self-control. Two rolling carts later, we came home with about 25 plants and the realization that Mr. Pom cannot dig due to his back and it was all up to me.  But it was worth it and I'd do it all again just so I could say these lovely floral names over and over:

• hollyhocks
• foxglove
• poppies
• delphinium
• 2 kinds of lavender
• variegated sage
• bronze dill
• a giant rosemary
• prostrate rosemary (I was prostrate at about 8:00 last night)
• lupine
• shasta daisies

You'll get a peek when I get them in the ground. First, we I had to rip off a layer of grass where I was expanding the beds. Then I had to jump up and down on the shovel as it refused to make a dent into the clay we call soil here in the northeast, okay clay mixed with large rocks and huge tree roots. I was about to take every plant and chuck them over the fence when  Mr. Pom showed up with this, as unlikely a garden tool as you can imagine:













The drill augur. It works by inserting it into the grass and pressing down and  it spins around and creates a hole, thereby loosening the  sod. Just remember that if it gets stuck, do not keep  pressing on the button or it will whip around with your hand attached to it, thereby breaking your wrist and when you scream and drop it (several times), it will smash against your leg and  hit the brick sidewalk you paid dearly for last year and your husband will storm out of the house and yell at you like you were 5 years old and threaten to take it away.

That's all I'm saying.

So gotta go - I am in dire need of artemisia and more lupine as well as sunflower, cosmos, and morning glory seeds food for the family and I have to go  to Target to buy  more pots to the grocery store because Mystery Man is having his friends over for barbecued ribs that Mr. Pom, who can't walk due to yesterday's exertions, is smoking on the grill.  Tomorrow I will show you the screened porch that Mystery Man and his sweet friend, K, painted for us this week and the great job they did. I have a list of other projects for them but for some reason they are anxious to start their summer jobs at camp and at a radio station rather than sand, caulk, prime, and paint their way around my house. 

 


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