BRAVO!

Had a great evening last night. Mommy Nancy and I were guests at a charity gig; the main event being a performance of Cyrano de Bergerac. Right after work we walked the 4 or 5 blocks over to the theater, not knowing if we were to be fed or not. Honestly, if the excellent performance hadn’t been enough to thrill us, the reception hors d'oeuvres would have done the job; Italian sausage stuffed crimini mushrooms, prosciutto wrapped asparagus, grilled shrimp bearing petite sprinkling of capers, apricot studded brie … *burp*

Then we entered the theater itself; a smallish venue located in the same area as the Music Circus. The stage set was beautiful - and it grew more so as the play progressed. I have always loved Cyrano, because I can totally relate to the hero. I can see that many people would. It’s not that everyone is as heroic and full of poetry and skill as Cyrano, but anyone who ever thought ‘I can’t tell him/her what I feel, they’ll laugh at me’ is a kindred spirit to de Bergerac. *wistful sigh*

Anyway it was a great play, well presented and the guy who played Cyrano was deh bomb! And the petite desserts at intermission were to die for.

April Fool's Day Comes Early

Yesterday was pay day, so my brain set today as 'April 1st'. So, I got up, got dressed and went out to buy my annual Park Pass for the American River. Only after I bought it, I realized it is only March 29th. 'DUH'

The above only makes a difference because if I'd waited until Monday, the pass would be good for 13 months, not 12. Anywhoo, I decided I needed to get March Madness out fo my system, so I drove straight to Rossmoor Bar on the American River. There I found a half dozen Wild Tom Turkeys, tails fanned, bodies poofed up, parading around. Of course there was one - yes, only one - sweet young thang, Wild Turkey Hen, unfazed by the boys - ignoring them. *tee hee*

The birdies that made up for my missing a month on my pass was a beautiful pair of Phanopeplas. And Elegant birds they were; the male a shiny blue-black with a perky crest and ember-red eyes. I have got to get back to the park tomorrow and try for some photos.

Phaenopepla - photo by Peter LaTourrette

Gulag Garden Revisted

Ah Spring! The birds are singing, Claire is sneezing and it's time to mess about in the garden again. Yesterday I potted up a hybrid tea rose 'Operetta'. I'm busting with pride. Only bought it two weeks ago. For me that is VERY rapid potting-up.

Pot O' lilies, Pot o' Operetta Rose
I was inspired to plant the rose because yesterday I hit the Capital Nursery yesterday and bought a bunch of flower seedlings. You know - so the rose wouldn't think too much of itself, getting planted in a pot of its own and all.

Lupine Seedlings
Pansies and new Columbine seedlings
Here is my pride and joy - 'Pixie Denia' Lilies, and Nerine Bowdenii (pink lily thingies) that survived from last year. They started popping up in their pots a couple of weeks ago. One day the pots were all dirt, the next, they were bulging with Lilie plants. I can't wait to see them bloom again.

More Denia Pixie Lilies and Nerine Bowdenii

Rocks are in some of the pots - as well as bamboo skewers - to keep Rum-kitty from making the pots into kitty loungers. A few years ago these pots held beautiful Stargazer Lilies until Rum planted his fuzzy arse on them. Kitties will be kitties I suppose.

The only things missing are the lovely Hollyhocks from the bulbs I bought last year at Cost-co. Uh... actually, those are still in the bottom of my fridge, waiting to be planted...