Japanese Windflower

Japanese Windflowers

Japanese Windflowers

“Have you seen our Japanese windflowers this morning Gerard?” This was said by H as the first morning conversation, waiting to get responses. “Yes, I looked at the windflower first thing while grinding the coffee, they look magnificent and so very white too”, much nicer than the pink ones”, I added.

The morning was now on its way.

I often wonder how those long range couples get through those first few minutes after waking. I assume that most wake up in tandem and at the same time. We do. That’s what longstanding relations achieve, a synchronisation of differences. What do we say after waking? Of course, during those earlier working years many people would just hurry out of bed, chew their toast before hurling themselves in the bus, car or train and few words would have have found a way out between the crumbs of toast slushing around a quick mouthful of coffee.

The mortgage had to be paid, kids had to be gotten to school, the car’s green slip was due and the cat was on heat or had mange. Things were on the go. If words were spoken, I assume, they would have been of a more practical nature. Perhaps words like: “don’t chuck your underpants on the floor and please, please, don’t leave skid marks in the toilet'” followed by “it’s not very romantic and considerate.” “Don’t forget the gas bill, we are on last notice”.

I doubt staring at windflowers first thing in the morning would have featured much during those earlier hectic working times.

The week-ends would be chewed up by chores. The lawn would get mowed, the carpet vacuumed, the toilet scrubbed, kids taken to soccer or ballet. .

That final reward for having pulled through. It is desired by many but achieved by so few. The secret is so by the hand, so obvious. It is right in front of our eyes. It is, “Small talk.”

“Small talk.” It is the margarine spread generously on the stone baked bread of relationships. The oil that lubricates couplings with wild abandonments. “Small Talk”. The worn springs on our conjugal matrasses. “Small talk”, the Sally Awe’s Tiger Balm of prevention in marital whiplash rashes and ennui scab. It does make the world go around. Try it.

” How did you sleep?” “Good, but had to piss three times”, how about you?” ” I went only twice I think, I am not sure, perhaps three times as well.” “Do you want sugar this morning?” Yes, just give me half a spoon, I can do with some sugar.” “I think the Arabia Victoria is still the best”. “So do I, it is the best coffee.” “Jesus, I hope this Government is going to get sacked soon.” “So do I, that bloody Morrison, he is just the pits.” ” He is.”

The day is now truly on its way.

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12 Responses to “Japanese Windflower”

  1. petspeopleandlife Says:

    The windflower is beautiful in its white dress. H. has good taste in flowers. I know your garden is very pretty where so many lovely things grow.

    Gerard thanks so much for the laugh. If anyone can make me laugh in my current state of awful side effects from a new med then I have to say that, “you done good.” I really do like how you wtite.

    Here where I live we say “you done good” not “you did good.” I suppose it’s a country thing but I’m not sure how that expression evolved. ~yvonne

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes Yvonne, H is a genius in many areas; gardening is just one of them. The Japanese windflowers in our garden were taken from cuttings out of people’s gardens when we go on walk-a-bout. She takes a snip here and then and puts them in water till they get roots and then she plants them. Thank you for your kind words and am glad you get a laugh out of it.
      I could not get a better compliment.

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  2. Nick Ryan Says:

    O M G have I got this to look forward too? Tell Me There Is More – Much More . . . . . . .

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  3. gerard oosterman Says:

    Perhaps there is more, much more, but did it work in your case?🙂

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  4. Lottie Nevin Says:

    I froze when I saw the photo of the Japanese windflowers. It bought back terrible memories of the first time that I took Pete’s garden in hand and decided to weed it. I did a fantastic job, I transformed in from an over run jungle in to a place of tamed beauty. I was so proud as I took him outside to show him my work and then he looked around and said ‘where are my Japanese windflowers?’ ‘where have they gone?’ and I really thought that it might be the end of our relationship.

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  5. gerard oosterman Says:

    Jesus Lottie. WTF, weeded out his Japanese windflowers.? Did he wilt afterwards? Poor Pete. Dear oh dear. Quick, buy him a punnet of them together with some delphiniums.

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  6. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    Your Japanese windflowers are lovely Gerard. Over here we call them Japanese anemones. Same flower. I too took snippets as I passed others yards, and once they were rampant and beautiful until Dr. Advice took over, and they were no more. I suppose the only answer is to do it yourself, and get over it. We, like other couples, have different gardens. Mine is much nicer, but he thinks his takes the prize. I loved the phrase “margarine spread generously on the stone baked bread of relation ships.” Nice metaphor.
    I’m sorry Yvonne is not feeling well. I wish her well.

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  7. hilarycustancegreen Says:

    I love the (uk) Japanese anemone, but they do behave like a weed here, still they fill all the spaces and look lovely in the late summer gap. I must study the small talk routine. I tend to wake up in full action mode (darling, you know the gap beside where we are putting up the greenhouse, do you think it gets enough sun to ripen a grapevine?) EG needs a formal introduction to the day (Are you ready for a second cup?)

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  8. gerard oosterman Says:

    Does EG respond to the gap for a grapevine after his second cup? We don’t get to that level till well after 10.30am.

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  9. hilarycustancegreen Says:

    By 10.30 EG may be immersed in work at his desk. I have to get my timing just right.

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