Periwinkles

Listening to Chopin while waiting for ice cubes to freeze in the freezer and for the surgeon to call. It is 100 degrees outside at 1:57 pm -- Nocturne in C Sharp Minor. How is waiting done when you don't die of boredom or go nuts from the replaying of thoughts heard only in your mind? -- Piano Sonata No. 3: Largo. I have a friend who invented the solution of "graphite therapy." Pick up a pencil and draw something. Look in front of you and draw it. So, I did. A pot of blue Periwinkles. And, do I feel better? Why, yes I do . . . I do indeed. So this is my blog entry today and now it is 101 and the ice cubes are slush and no one has called. I wait and draw something, anything and it is 4:12 pm -- Prelude in D Flat Major.

Oregano

What can I say about Oregano? It is magical with a bit of whimsy . . . its dark green foliage with sweet violet blossoms last the whole summer long. Our Oregano resides in an Italian  pot of pink and brown clay with classical wording around the rim. This plant is not elegant but it is noteworthy. I took notes by drawing it and went to the Internet and read that it is a native of the Mediterranean, hence the recognizable affinity of plant to pot. Sometimes, some things, small things catch my gaze and I stay a while in the pleasure of the moment. It has been two days and now I assign it to the blog, so that I can come back to taste its fullness, smell the spice of it and see the greens and violets, too.