little azaelito struttin'
much of the impressiveness of a gong -- of the sound produced by a gong -- lies in its size and developing character: the attack sudden, loud and a little crackly in the treble timbres of the crash; the decay a tapestry of rich, shimmering, complex and dynamic reverberations shedding the treble yet persisting, and then enduring. (the sequins and jazz hands were just to make it more so).
so i am at a bit of a loss: a cascade of gongs (like synchronized swimmers diving in, in turn) would seem to obliterate the impressiveness of any one gong in the sequence. maybe a four-dimensional gong (leaving time -- yes, yes -- as its own non-spatial dimension).
should abandon the unavailing image altogether: hoisted 'pon my own petard; fallen 'pon my own gladiolus. an eclat that keeps eclat-ing without in any way diminishing any individual moment's complete eclat-ian and eclat-esque qualities!
the point, dear Reader, is that flowers have continued to blossom; i have continued to take pictures (some of the recipients of last summer's profusion of bulbs and i have been comparing progress). here are a bunch.
this is as close as i've gotten to a ripe blueberry from my one little bush:
they look promising but whoever enjoys them does not wait for them to ripen as i would.
(the old "during-business-hours bird gets the not-quite-ripe blueberry" trick).
calla lily that seems to be trying to propagate by seed.
and one that is flowering more or less normally.
i think these are "candy" lilies or "blackberry" lilies.
frankly, an embarrassment of gladioli, with cameos below from co-conspirators calla and hydrangea.
there are a few new beds of gladiolus here and there that may need another year
or so to blossom, but they seem to have survived so far. no photo.
happy glad sad honeysuckle
(i have seen a few bees).
(i also have sewn my first garden this summer with mixed results so far;
probably some pictures of stages in that project to be posted presently.
stay tuned.)