Well, I survived the interview for the long-term sub position (for teaching freshman and sophs in 4 different preps) I’d been frazzling myself over and you know what? I think it went well. I was asked a few questions I for which I had not prepared anything , so I found myself inserting my philosophy and then outlining my approach in the direction I hope the panel wished to hear about. Then there was that one answer where my mouth began speaking independently of my brain, but I’m not going to dwell. They’ll be interviewing a whole sough of other people next week, so I won’t hear for a while. I did my best, I spoke from who I am and what I love and that’s it. Anyway, on to …
Flowers!
Four years ago, I transplanted peonies from the garden of the woman who designed our landscaping plan. We’ve all sorts of medicinal and native and weird and wacky plants and we were blessed to find her and her amazing rapport with plants. It was July when I dug them in and Man, were they pissed. The first year, all they did was put out a feeble shoot; the second year and third were much the same with some slight growth noted. But THIS year, they’ve apparently decided to start playing nice because I have a (yes, singular) bloom. But it’s a BEAUTY.
This is a belladonna larkspur in all its delicate blueness.
Finally, here is some lamb’s ear JUST beginning to put out starkly contrasting fuchsia blooms. I love their texture - can you just feel how furry they are? - and their improbable color.
Happy FFFRIDAY!
