It’s Father’s Day weekend here in the States, and I have daddy issues. You see, I do not have children of my own, so fatherhood and this holiday are like an exclusive country club from which I have been barred. This doesn’t go to say that I don’t know what it’s like to care for and nurture something, because I do. It’s just that my children aren’t – well, they’re not human.
For starters, I have my plants, many of which I gave birth to when I planted their seeds and provided them with food and shelter. And then there are the pets, Murphy and Muffola – two beasts that can push my buttons and provide unconditional love all at the same time. And now, there is this blog, which is rapidly becoming the child that never grows up, the one that demands my constant attention.
So, for the sake of this Father’s Day, please allow me to be one of those dads who spend their weekends at the baseball field, watching dance recitals, and/or coaching soccer leagues – and let me brag about my little ones.
A few weeks ago, for Mother’s Day, I posted a series of instructional photos on how to root Hydrangea cuttings. Since that posting, the cuttings have remained in a sheltered location where I have watered them. There, they have remained green and some have even grown – a clear indication that something good is happening under the soil and that they are ready to be potted up. Of the original eight cuttings, six survived.
Here is a close up of the root development of one of the cuttings. Apparently, the powdered rooting hormone did its job.
I’m really not concerned if the larger leaves on the cutting are little wilted. What’s more exciting is the new growth.
At last, six new Hydrangeas are one step closer to joining the garden.
While we’re on the subject of babies and their photos, here is a shot of one of this year’s seed experiments: Hardy Cyclamen. Five of the ten seeds sprouted!
And now for Murphy – and the story of the wondrous connections found in Blogtown and a face that not just a father could love.
A few weeks ago, Murphy and I went on a coffee date courtesy of Coffee with a Canine, a very original and creative blog for dog lovers who love coffee. Marshal Zeringue, the man behind the blog, asked me to send him some photos to go along with his post, which appeared at the end of May.
Enter Cathyann Burgess, a talented artist living in Virginia. She found that post and then contacted me, asking if I would allow her to paint Murphy’s portrait for an upcoming fundraiser to benefit the Humane Society. As if I could say no and deprive my Murphy of her moment in the spotlight – and on canvas. (And since Murphy is being treated for two torn ACLs and lymphoma, the honor was infinitely special.)
As Cathyann wrote in her post: “I fell in love with Murphy immediately. . . I needed to paint that face . . . I painted her alla prima, in front of people wandering through the shop at which I buy my frames. Many oohs and aahs were heard as the fluffy creature came to life on my panel.”
Murphy’s portrait will be on display at the Dorchester Fine Arts Gallery in Dorchester, MD, for the month of July – and a portion of the proceeds will benefit the center and the local Humane Society.
So, Happy Father’s Day to one and all – no matter if you are a dad with children, a mom who is a father figure, or anyone who is father-like to anyone or anything.
As for me on this Father’s Day, I am one proud poppa.