Nothing like starting off October with King Tides followed by Geraniums, white, red and pink not only blooming but all having buds to keep on going. Then there is the misnamed (1) Christmas Cactus and the (2) 'baby' planting getting ready to bloom. What a way to start the day!
I don't know when it was I first fell in love with Mother Nature but I do have a few memories from when I was a kid such as the roses and a 'Christmas' tree in the garden in front of our--which was never decorated being Jewish in a Jewish neighborhood. Nope, not even as a Channakuh bush!!!
I, also, remember the beautiful aroma of Peonies in our front yard at our summer home in Lake Hiawatha, New Jersey. Along with other memories are a couple of nights when I was in my twenties and have moved back to New York. There is nothing as magical as walking along Central Park West, or in the park, at midnight with snow falling down, the street lamps having halos of light, the traffic muted if not nonexistent and a rare quiet you ever get in Manhattan.
Now and then I get flashes of the mountains in Camp Pendleton in California or the waves coming up on Malibu Beach, walking around the countryside in Kyoto, Japan and sunsets along the coast outside of Tokyo, also walking in the hills of Seoul, Korea.
With all the above my love affair with Mother Nature really started in 1969 with my move to Memphis but became a fact on a trip from Albuquerque to Santa Fe.
(To be continued)