Yesterday afternoon, Bill said to me, “I’m kind of excited to be going back to Denver.”
“I know,” I replied. “I’m looking forward to it as well.”
We both recognize that we are blessed to have two homes — one in AZ when it’s cold in Colorado, and one in Denver when the temperatures are blazing hot at our desert home. Still, we love them both, though admittedly, we are drawn to Denver because we have lived there most of our lives, and we love our beautiful Denver home.
We generally return to Denver around May 1, because that’s about the time that the temperatures start creeping into the three figure range. Yesterday it reached almost 100 degrees, and even higher temperatures are expected for the next few days. Day before yesterday, we made the mistake of leaving our car out on the driveway because Bill was doing some work in the garage. When I went to drive to CVS in the afternoon, I literally couldn’t touch the steering wheel because it was so hot. I had to move it into the garage for a half hour to make it reasonable to touch. Time to get out of Dodge.
When we get home to Denver, I look forward to springtime in the Rockies, which includes mostly simply lovely days with a few snowstorms thrown in to keep us honest. These are two photos taken last May one day apart…..
And there you have it. That’s the reason that I have to wait to plant until almost the end of the month. Believe it or not, the hardy little petunias made it!
While here in AZ, I had some hanging baskets that I bought in March (before the quarantine, Mean Next Door People), and a pot with thyme and parsley. We have a huge rosemary bush but I’m not a big fan of sage, so despite Simon and Garfunkle’s plea, I stick with parsley, rosemary and thyme. Oh, and a pot of chives, which S & G apparently don’t care about. I also inherited two geraniums from our Canadian neighbors when they left for home early in March. I will follow their lead and offer them to our neighbors on the other side who are full-time residents.
When I get back to Denver, I will get us settled. Then sometime around Mother’s Day, I will make a trip to my favorite garden center and buy my plants. If we’re still in quarantine, I will leave early in the morning so the Next Door Police don’t see me.
Speaking of Mother’s Day, our annual trek to Boulder for our Mother’s Day brunch was cancelled because of the coronavirus. I reckon it’s going to be a while before we will eat at any sort of buffet. But I do have a couple of grandkids’ birthdays to look forward to, though we may have to sing happy birthday to them via FaceTime despite the fact that they live close.
My blog today is about nothing, really. Sort of like an episode of Seinfeld without the laughs.
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Our everyday life currently feels like an episode of Seinfeld!
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