After a month of rain, sometimes torrential, and then blistering heat (brief, thankfully), the garden is bursting with blooms. In the humid heat, so unusual for Calgary, the boxwood is bringing the fragrance of Spanish gardens. Roses surround it, and lavender will be blooming soon.
Squirrels are stealing peony flowers faster than they can open, even after I coated the stems with a little cayenne powder to deter them. But the garden is gorgeous anyway, green and lush and spangled with colour.
Of course, the bird chirping is accented by hammering, drowned out by the cement saw cutting the sidewalk next door, and frightened off by the squeaking of the never-oiled tracks on the excavator.
My life is lived in contrasts.
Maureen
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