A big storm is coming, though, by all rights, the gusts of hyperbole from the media should be enough to blow it out to sea. However, just in case it is as great and terrible as predicted, I have spent the day bringing geraniums indoors and putting away all the garden ornaments. Even the bagged-up leaves are safely stowed under the house.
I picked as many flowers as I could—roses, chrysanthemums, Japanese anemones and one giant pink dahlia. The big, rosy bouquet is residing in a blue and white transferware teapot on the dining room table.
The storm may topple the rose arch and the nearby pillar encircled by the glorious ‘Zephirine Drouhin’ rose, but I hope it won’t wreak total havoc with the rest of the garden.
Of course, I also hope the power stays on, the house remains in one piece and the whole town stays high and dry. We will see the first of the storm in a few hours and the worst of it sometime thereafter. For now, all that’s left to do is take pleasure in my bouquet.