Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
- Rabindranath Tagore _________________
What a difference 72 minutes make! That’s the time difference between the first and second shots. Both were taken on November 10th looking out through Tabbie’s bedroom window, the first toward the southwest and the second to the west.
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
- Angela Monet _________________
Life has a way of throwing curve balls our way when we least expect it. I choose not to let them hit me, and I choose not to strike out. I’m going to hit one out of the park and dance my way around the bases all the way to home plate. I can hear the music. Can you?
Tabbie decided to wander out into the garden a few days ago, camera in hand, to face the cold damp wind which has defined our October this year. I could sense some dissatisfaction when the memory card was grudgingly handed over with a scowl, but Tabz’ face lit up with a big smile when I asked if anything pretty remained in spite of the near-wintry weather. “Vagabond” was the puzzling one-word reply I received. It took me three days to figure it out. D’oh! - Aggie
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
- A Vagabond Song, by William Bliss Carman ________________________________
So let me introduce myself. I’m a friend of Tabbie’s. My name is Aggie, and pretty much whatever Tabbie likes, I like. Two peas in a pod you might say, but not identical peas. I’m here for now at Tabbie’s request to keep this blog up and running. You’ll see my spin on things, but in many ways this place will stay the same. I frequently consult with Tabbie, without whose input I’d be completely lost. I can’t promise there won’t be more changes in the future, nor can I promise this blog will go on forever, but for now the garden grows. It’s nice to be here in a garden amongst other friends of Tabbie’s.
Getting to the “Namesake” part of this post, many of you know that Tabbie particularly loves flowers which are yellow and flowers which are fragrant. I’d swear nirvana is achieved when the two qualities combine like they do in this great plant from Tabbie’s fantastic collection. It’s called the Chinese Perfume Plant. Having never been around when it was in bloom, I’d always wondered why it’s called a perfume plant. Two weeks ago I got the chance to smell it, and like an addicted butterfly, I’ve returned again and again to enjoy the ineffable sweetness which floats from the tiny yellow blossoms adorning this plant. The scientific name for this species is Aglaia odorata. I can’t tell you how glad I am my name’s not Aggie Odorata!
Yo, little fella!
No matter the world’s gone mad,
your groove’s shinin’ bright.
- Aggie Aglaia _____________
Yellow orchids. Tabbie’s got such great plants. This one is rupicolous, meaning it grows on rocks. It’s a miniature orchid called Laelia bradei from Minas Gerais, Brazil where it thrives at elevations of 1200 – 1300 meters (3937 – 4265 feet) in the nooks and crannies on exposed flat rocky ledges. The entire plant sticking up out of the pot measures just under 3 inches (7.6 cm) tall at the tip of the highest petal. Each flower is a mere 1 inch (2.5 cm) across. Dainty fortitude.