FALLING FAR FROM THE TREE
Now that the holiday season is over I am ready for spring. I n the afternoons right now it already feels like spring to me.
And now that I have a new yard to plant things in
am looking forward to digging in the dirt.
Mom has an herb garden already started in pots, but ’d like to expand on that. And maybe put in the annuals like Zinnias to attract bees and butterÚies.
Zinnias were my first experience with growing flowers. Mom, Dad and I used to plant them in the backyard and I ’ve loved them since. They got me started growing things at an early age and I ’ve enjoyed it at each place I ’ve lived after
left home.
Growing up on Mistletoe Lane we had an empty lot next door until the pshaws built their house many years later. W e had a food garden on that lot for a few seasons.
remember growing carrots and radishes, but I can’t remember anything else we grew. But I do remember pulling those two veggies out of the ground and being proud of myself.
For the past several years mom has done well with tomatoes, which I ’ve never been able to grow. Thank goodness for the homegrown tomatoes and other veggies at the Market on Main Farmer’s Market every aturday. Looking forward to that starting up again as well. The cantaloupes last year were the best I ’ve ever eaten.
And watermelon season can’t come soon enough. I was kind of in the middle of moving and packing last year so I didn’t eat nearly enough watermelon. And it shows because evidently I was eating something else not nearly as good for you. And here’s an item to start a debate: no salt on watermelon ever. W e make fun of each other in my family because we have some salters and some non-salters. just think it’s a waste of perfectly good watermelon to put salt on it.
For the past couple of years I ’ve had very good luck with a purple variety of Morning Glories. I planted the purple and normal blue ones together because
thought they would make a great combination, but I only had two or three blue blooms. The purple ones were very prolific and the pictures I ’d post on social media always made my friend June Key happy so those seeds were a win-win.
I guess I have S pring Fever. I shouldn’t complain about the mild winter weather we have in The Rock, because I have friends who live all over the northern part of the U .S . The pictures they send me of the snow are just scary to a Texas boy who hasn’t ever lived anywhere else. And you couldn’t pay me enough money to live in Minneapolis, Chicago or Massachusetts. I don’t understand how people live through the winters there and I have no desire to find out.
And don’t even get me started on the time change.
can’t wait for March 8 , when daylight savings time begins. And I don’t even care about the hour we lose as long as it stays light out until 9 p.m.
“I n spring at the end of the day you should smell like dirt.”—Margaret Atwood.
For the rest of you who also have spring fever: Keep calm. S pring is coming.
“N o w in ter la sts forev er. o s prin g s k ips its tu rn .” —Hal Borand
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