Suzan Bellincampi
Though I would never admit to being a cheerleader, I somehow find myself surrounded by pom-poms.
These pom-poms won’t cheer for the team (although they may cheer you), and they come in many colors besides Vineyardpurple. Look for pink, white or blue pom-pom-like poufs all around town: after all, summer in Edgartown means hydrangeas.
All the best quips contain a core oftruth. British biologist J.B.S. Haldane, who spent a lifetime studying the diversity of nature, had this classic answer when someone asked him what he had learned over his long years of study: “God has an inordinate fondness for beetles.”
Thorny, yes; fragrant, certainly; invasive, sometimes.
Wild roses, even with their imperfections, have many fans. Anne Bronte noted the tradeoff of pain and pleasure when she observed, “He that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”
Same time, next year.
In the past two weeks, I have had three run-ins with an old friend. We seem to meet at the same place at the same time annually. I shouldn’t be surprised.
Last week, for a change, Sunday was hump day.
Though it wasn’t the middle of the week, it was definitely hump day for the whale watchers who were called to a secluded south shore beach.
Not having a television, I was unaware (until someone mentioned it) that there’s a Wisteria Lane that holds a special place in the prime-time lineup.
Wisteria may or may not have a special place in your heart, but it will have a big place in your yard if you don’t keep an eye (and a pruner) out. Notorious for its rapid growth and strangling potential, wisteria is a plant to be reckoned with.