Purple Clover Queen Anne’s Lace

Today is Bob Dylan’s birthday. It is, as I have often said, one of my personal high holy days, the others including the Oscars, Bruce Springsteen’s birthday and the opening day of the major league baseball season. I’m planning a bar-b-que, and if Bob’s in the area, he’s welcome to drop by for mango pie and green tea ice cream (that was a hit around here, so we’re reprising it). Don’t get me wrong, if Bob wants burgers, he’s welcome to come for the whole party. Oh, there’ll be the usual potato salad and cole slaw, but I’m pretty sure that the mango pie will be the part my guests remember.

Speaking of memory, I took a quiz that I saw on RJ’s blog: What Flower Are You. Much to my surprise, I’m a snapdragon. My grandfather grew snapdragons in his garden in Newport. He was not much for tender moments, my grandpa, but I remember he used to show me how to make snapdragons snap. And I remember his garden. He had flowers and vegetables. There were pear and apple trees, and of course, there were the raspberries.

“Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh.”