“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” Mark Twain
While traveling over the recent holidays, I came upon this large pot at a friend’s home in California. The flower’s splash of color and the trailing plant was one of many to be enjoyed. At home (Portland) the Winter drabness of greys, browns, greens are waiting for the early colors of Rhododendrons, Camelias, Azaleas, Tulips, and Daffodils. The Daphne’s fragrance, by the front porch, will be appreciated. In the meantime I do need to finally climb up that ladder and fix that clogged gutter.
Although today is expected to be 80 (26), lately the temps have stayed in the 50’s with intermittent rain. The morning visit to the garden revealed roses carrying large amounts of raindrops, swaying in the chilly breeze.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”