Sharon's blog: No boos, no hisses

Apologies for my images, my camera and I are having issues and though my iPhone isn't as wonky, its photos are not always clear.  Even so, I'm keeping a fuzzy record of this incredibly dry summer.

And it rained during the night. Not much, maybe a little less than 1/2 inch, but it rained. Not that my plants are shouting with joy, but we'll take what we can get and that's all we've had in about 3 months. So, it is what it is.

Now about the hissing and booing:  you have to understand that there is not a bloom nor a green spot on this bare brown half acre of mine. The trees and shrubs are green, but the stuff that covers the soil is incredibly green-less.

When a color suddenly appears, no matter what it is, it brings with it some much needed hope. Hope is a lot like rain, without it nothing grows and life takes a downhill swing. I really need hope in my life.

So there's hope, (no booing, no hissing allowed) a thistle is blooming.

I know, but I bolded that word anyway. Thistles are invasive, some claim they are not good, we don't need them, but oh for goodness' sakes when there is no color anywhere, I'll take what I can get. One thistle. I'll catch the seeds before they scatter, but I will let it bloom!  And in my bare naked ugly front yard, the bird that left it as a gift must have known I'd love it.

I'm counting colors now, down to the single digits, but actually more today than a week ago. A single pepper appeared on my only surviving pepper plant, and the coleus is still standing proud. Of course both are in pots, so they get a little more care than those bare spots all over the yard.

Usually my surprise lilies take center stage in August, but only one stalk appeared last week. I keep telling myself that its appearance is telling me that the others are still there, just taking it easy in all this heat. I have dozens of them, they will return!  Hope, just a grain of it, but Hope!

Sedum and wisteria make a weird combination, but it is what it is.

The glowing crown will always be Ethan's sunflower. This is its second bloom. There are two more buds.  Saving seeds but also sharing with the birds.

In a yard full of blooming plants, I never would have thought the summer of 2012 would be down to color in the single digits. And there are no groupings, no clumps, no clusters; just single spots of color here and there.

Now you know why I'm celebrating one single Thistle; it's a sign of Hope.

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