When it’s still in the mid-sixties in almost-mid-November, there is a chance that the daisies seen here may not be the very last daisies. Given that we’ve had roses in December in previous years, anything can happen. Still, without any new buds on the way, it looks pretty certain that these Shasta daisy blooms will be the last the gardens puts forth this year. I am grateful they have been coming for this long, and seeing them beside the covered pool makes me realize we’ve made a pretty good headway into the fall. Every day we get a little closer to spring.
On this Sunday morning, I’m appreciating a few quiet moments before the day begins in earnest. This is Etude by Joep Beving:
The weather is forecast to be rainy today, then growing colder, more aligned with the Novembers I remember. It will be a good day to make soup, or maybe just some tea, then to snuggle into something cozy – a sweater or a blanket or a couch. A good day to light a candle or two.
And it will be a day to look out at the last two daisies and see how they are faring in this brutal world.
