My mother loved music.She was actually,quite musical.Not only could she carry a tune,but she could play the guitar(Hawaiian and acoustic)and the piano.Unfortunately,I acquired none of her musical talent.Another thing,besides bad knees, and a love of gardening,I inherited from my father.Though I think I sound great singing in the car.When I was in first grade,the music teacher told her I could sing,and my mother burst out laughing.”That girl cannot carry a note!”
That may have scarred me for life.Which is why I can be found driving down the interstate singing Jimmy Buffet at the top of my lungs.And sounding pretty damn good,at least to me,so there!
She loved Broadway shows and knew all the songs.And all the words.Whenever a Broadway show was playing at the old Melody Fair music tent,or Prudhomme’s Theater,in St.Catherine’s,Canada,she’d drag my dad to see them.And every Spring,when the first blooms would pop out,my mother could be found,in the garden,singing that song to herself.
So,today,in spite of it,I found my self doing the same thing…and then,I found myself thinking,”Oh Gawd,I’ve become my mother!”
….and,yes,I did hum her silly song….
as has the Vitex Vitex agnus-castus
Soon,it shall be covered with purple flowers,reminiscent of hyacinths.For more info…..
Simpson’s Stopper myrcianthes fragrans
I bought this one at SCCF,a few years ago,and it has grown into a large shrub.I have since found them in native landscape nurseries closer to home.I’ve even seen them at Lowe’s.It’s a Florida native and the mockingbirds love the berries that will follow the cute,little,Sputnik like flowers.
Now,if you’ll excuse me,I think I shall crank up some Jimmy Buffet,or maybe some Train,and sing,at the top of my lungs,and dance around the house…….