Last Saturday afternoon, I went down to the farm and passed Carl and Vosco's house. I had to meet the hay man, so I didn't get a chance to stop. I could see that there were still tons of chrysanthemums, all tied to posts and lined up like soldiers. The glowing colors were highly visible from a distance.
As I mentioned before, Vosco is from Bulgaria, and his grandmother and mother were great gardeners. He has a wonderful collection of chrysanthemums, just like they did. I took this photograph on a previous visit. The flowers look like Thanksgiving to me.
It was a good day here, and I got over my blue mood remembering how things used to be. Two families - long time friends - came, and we had lots of laughs and way too much food. I tried to make Mother's dressing, but something wasn't right. The color and texture were weird. The cornbread and biscuits I made to go into it tasted better than the finished product.
But, we had a feast, and right now I feel like the girl on Seinfeld who had the toy collection. You remember, Jerry and Elaine drugged her with a turkey dinner so they could play with her Easy Bake Oven and GI Joe.
Back to Vosco's flowers. He's had a bonanza of beauty for the last two months. By the weekend, it's supposed to get a lot colder, and we'll have freezing temperatures for the first time this fall. I don't know what will happen to his flowers, but I'm glad I snapped these showy daisy chrysanthemums when I did. Just looking at them makes me smile.
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