Sorry for all of you still stuck in snow, but here in the outer Bay Area, we are having lovely weather (short-lived — it’s supposed to cold and rainy all this coming week). And the flowers are starting to burst open. This is our first spring in our first house, and the surprises are wonderful as each plant chooses to show their colors.
The camellia by the front door is this lovely pale pink, and is polka-dotted with fat buds, just waiting to open. I can’t wait — any day now it’s going to be covered in blooms.
We have a giant rosemary by the front door, which is so fragrant and pretty. It’s starting to bloom with these delicate blue flowers — who knew?
The front yard is… well, boring. The planting bed is covered with this awful red rock, like five inches deep. Still, last fall I cleared this small bit to put in some bulbs, and now they are starting to show themselves. Hopefully over the summer we will be taking out the awful juniper bushes (not pictured) and taking out all this rock and doing something pretty. But for now, I’m just focusing on these green shoots just starting to come up (with unidentified bushy type thing behind them.)
The very best surprise came just yesterday. Ever since college, I have loved the tulip magnolia trees which were in profusion all over the OSU campus. I always wanted one. We are going to plant at least one, probably two, maybe three small trees in the front yard, and it’s an ongoing discussion as to which trees we’ll get. I had a tulip tree in mind… but then, when I came home yesterday, I noticed that the paintbrush-shaped buds on the mystery branchy sticks by the front door were starting to bloom. And yes, it’s a baby tulip tree. I was *so* happy.
These were taken yesterday. They are even prettier today, opening up in large blossoms. I’ll post an update in a few weeks. This makes me feel even more like this house was meant to be ours.
I brought in some branches off the plum tree in the backyard. They are also showing their popcorn beauty.
If you can’t tell, our yard is bringing us so much happiness. Lots to do, lots of decisions to make, but watching it come to life this spring is so much fun and so interesting. Now if only someone would tell me the magic trick for getting rid of that red rock. Shovels don’t work. Just gloved hands. Ugh.
Monday is Valentine’s Day. We have had an appointment since November to go Stanford to participate in a study about the viruses and various factors at play in severe CFS patients. Terri will get the results of her tests, which should be interesting. We’ll spend the heart-shaped day in the car, giving 10 vials of blood, and then driving through Krispy Kreme on the way home to keep our blood sugar up. (actually, we won’t, since donuts are not gluten-free, but wouldn’t that be nice?)
I don’t like Valentine’s Day, as a rule, but let me just take a quick moment to sing the praises of my brave, strong, amazing sweetie who fights so hard for every inch of health. She is an inspiration, the most fantastic, supportive partner a girl could ever want. Her life has been narrowed to extremely tiny proportions, and yet she still makes me laugh every day with her mischievous humor, she still listens to me with her entire soul, and she is still the kindest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. CFS is a terrible, god-awful disease, but she is pure wonder and I love her so much.