The entire weekend was as close to perfect as it gets, weather-wise. High 70s, sunny, no clouds, low humidity.
It may have been the best weekend of the summer, and it came after Labor Day. The bees and bugs were enjoying the weather as much as I was.
This year, I’m finding it incredibly hard to leave the garden. I can’t even glance at the flowers in the morning unless I plan to be late for work. We end up eating dinner really late every night because I’m checking on the day’s progress and watching the bee activity. And I’m usually outside late enough that it’s too dark for pictures.
Oh, who am I kidding? This happens every year.
It’s been three months since I’ve remembered to cut flowers for pressing. Somehow I thought of it Sunday afternoon.
I chose several pretty blooms, arranging some to lie flat with the blossom showing and some with a side view. Three new pages of flowers are now pressed between tissue paper in an old college textbook.
I’ve set a reminder on my calendar for January 10, 2015: “Unwrap the pressed flowers.”
What a fun memory of today’s weather it will be when the holidays are behind us and we will most likely be freezing under several feet of snow.