Wild Onions
A terrific storm banged and rattled the house last night. There was thunder, there was lightning, there was wind. There was very little rain. Less than one tenth of an inch. You would think, for all the sound and fury, we might have merited a bit more moisture. More storms are promised today. Unfortunately for us, however, I believe the show is moving east, and any storms that pop up will mostly benefit our neighbors. Oh, well. Hurray for them.
I did get an odd piece of good news yesterday. AFC Bournemouth, relegated in 2020, will once again play in the premier league of English football by virtue of a second-place finish in the Championship league. They did it by beating third place Nottingham Forest 1-0. (For a proper tone to the report, pronounce the zero as nil.) The latter had won five straight and a win would have vaulted them into second. I’m happy for the Cherries, and that nickname is the main reason I liked the team when they first went up in 2015. I have no idea how they came to my attention except to say I’m an anglophile and enjoy reading news about goings on in the UK and I’m attracted to underdog teams.
Closer to home, I poked around in the gardens, but they seem to be taking care of themselves, being mature and all. I did pull up some nightshade beneath the Mexican plum, which I’m happy to report is doing quite well. There’s a lot going on beneath the little tree, wild onions, gregg’s mist flower, schoolhouse flowers, and turks caps. It’s a floral party. I think this year I’m going to prune the turks caps rather than let them bully everyone else; being an aggressive growing plant, they tend to take over. But keep in mind that’s only a plan not a promise. Meanwhile, Go Cherries!
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale