On the walk out to the afternoon appointment I had time to look at the wild plants along the highway heading south of town. The road mostly runs by vacant land, which still holds much of the wildness of regional flora. Today there were the beginnings of orange and a few shades of red appearing in the trees. At ankle to knee level there were a number of flowering plants with splotches of white, lilac, dark purple and yellow. The predominant plant was a small lilac multi-petal flower generally the size of my thumb nail. Today I saw clumps the size of a loonie -- something I'd never seen before. These appear in mid- to late-September. I'd not seen anything like these before moving here. It wasn't until several years had passed when it dawned on me that these were the September flower -- the aster. As a child I'd asked my mom what an aster looked like, since it was the flower of my birth month. She noted they were like a daisy, but purple. It took me a long time to recognize something far smaller than a daisy as an aster -- it didn't match the picture I'd had in my head for decades <smile>.
The walk and flowers made me think of several songs. The one I settled on is from when my parents were young. There are many versions of this song available, both instrumental and vocal versions. I recall my dad saying that this man made singing seem effortless. This song highlights the range of this well-known voice along with his trademark phrasing. Enjoy!
Deep Purple -- Bing Crosby ft. Matty Malneck and his orchestra
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