Gabriel,blow that horn!
7:40 p.m.
My brugmansia has a perfectly-formed angel trumpet blossom hanging from it, with the promise of several more to come. It smells divine, as predicted by my nurseryman, and I am delighted. However, the tag said that it would have salmon-coloured flowers, and this particular bloom resembles the flesh of an arctic char more than its Atlantic or Pacific cousins. In fact, it is practically white. Do I dare to disturb the universe? But, speaking of colour, there is one tomato turning red among the green ones that burgeoned when we had all that warm weather a while back. I fear that all this rain will make them split. The basil is just about ready for the first pesto harvest, and already I can smell the garlic and parmesan in my mind�s nose. Ah, there is nothing quite like it, is there Jenn?
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