Petunia at Dusk

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I so wish I had a fine dashboard camera, for I tend to drive right past the more ideal photo moments I encounter. This evening I saw a full rainbow emerge from a sunburst between rain showers. The best vantage point was literally from my driver’s seat. I suppose that the optics of dashboard cameras are fixed focus and wide angle. I’d get home, review the pictures, and regret that I could not have zoomed in on whatever subject matter captivated my interest while I was driving.

I tried to cap my evening with some pictures of raindrops on the flowers in my garden, but I was not successful. The above picture was the best of the lot. It’s missing the rain I wanted to capture, but it does have some unexpected bokeh in the frame.

My petunias did not delight me as much as the oddball vehicle I spotted on the way home from work earlier this week. If I had a dashboard cam, I’d have blogged a picture of a full-size tanker truck clad with Dum Dums sucker graphics on the tank and the cab. This truck was blazing its fully saturated colors in the sunlight, and it wasn’t merely advertising this treat. This truck belonged to the Spangler Candy Company, the maker of Dum Dums. This company is located about 65 miles north of here in Bryan, Ohio.

I wondered if that tanker was filled with candy base and if it would be possible to supersaturate that solution with more sweetener by driving that truck through a heat wave. The temperature outside was 90 degrees at the moment I spotted it.

The Dum-Dums tanker wasn’t as strange as one vehicle I spotted while driving over an overpass last spring. It was one of those car carrier trucks, and its trailer was not attached. Instead, it was hauling two truck cabs just like itself. If I only I had a pictures of that oddity as it climbed and crested the overpass!

Garden, June 4

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Yesterday I could no longer deny that time is short to create a decent garden. The garden centers are filling up with ready-made porch planters and hanging baskets, retail’s gentle way of letting customers know that their options are dwindling for summer blooms.

Once again I am relying on lots of petunias. There’s no doubt that petunias are reliable, pretty bloomers, but I think of them as the perm of home gardening. Just like I wanted big hair back in the 80’s, I want a high density of flowers in my garden beds now.

I like the wash-and-wear convenience of petunias, as well. By the way, my hair is almost always wash-and-wear. There has not been a single bottle of hairspray in this house in over a year.

I found some petunias in different sizes, from large Wave petunias to little calibrachoa (which I haven’t tried before and could be the Toni home perm of my garden, if I going to continue the hair analogy).

I also added a fuschia hanging basket. My mom had one years ago that was massive with white centers that I wish I had found when I was shopping for plants yesterday. The purple and hot pink one I found is good enough.

In other news, I can’t decide which WordPress theme would be best for this blog. I’m back to the reliable Twenty-Sixteen theme for now.

Summer Photo Walk, June 1

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The solstice is still three weeks away, but summer is here, nonetheless. I like to hold onto this season for as long as possible. For me, it’s here by Memorial Day, and I let it linger until its proper end at the September equinox.

The peonies are nearly spent, and the irises have lost their blooms. Now is when hothouse-born annuals can safely sing their melodies that will be encored ceaselessly until frost silences them in the fall.

Trees and bushes are still flowering. I noticed that dogwood and spirea are in bloom. Milkweed plants are fat with buds which will host a smorgasboard for butterflies near the end of the month.

Smorgasbord . . . this term has grown archaic, hasn’t it? It brings to mind a bizarre Jerry Lewis movie called Cracking Up, wherein he plays a character who tries therapeutic hypnosis. Hearing his trigger word (which happens to be smorgasbord) has unpredictable results. The guy who played Stan on The Golden Girls is his therapist in the movie. This reminds that I should watch that movie again sometime.

Spring Photo Walk, May 22

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Today I rushed after work to get some pictures of the peonies at the garden next to the library. My husband, who knew of my plans, surprised me there, as he was apt to do in the our early days. He informed some of the other visitors to the garden, “I’m having an affair with her.”

After I’d been dating him for five years, he gave me the gift of a red Valentine’s Day bag from a store where I worked in the mid 90’s. The bag looked just like the ones we offered in the jewelry department back then. He told me, “This was the bag you gave me when you sold me my garnet ring.”

He’d kept that bag for twelve years before I started dating him. When I mentioned that I’d worked at that store, he told me, “You were the girl with purple hair who worked at Service Merchandise.”