Thursday, March 4, 2010
Close to Nowhere
After my SAD column a couple weeks ago, my friend and neighbor Johnny King sent me a really nice email. You can go to this website and on the black background anywhere you click, a flower pops up. If you just run your mouse all over the screen, it fills up with flowers.
I’m sure it’s a nice way to play with flowers. My granddaughters and their friends play with it whenever I open it, so all I get to do is look at their flower gardens.
I think I’m going to blame Johnny for the reaction I’m having to the beautiful couple of days we’ve had recently.
I walked in Fred’s Dollar Store recently and stopped dead at the very front display. Racks of gardening tools and potting soil and plants — blueberries!
I only recently discovered blueberries. Most of my life I think I assumed I didn’t like them for some reason.
Sue Watson, here at the office, grows the most beautiful blueberries and brings us buckets to share. I tasted one when she first brought them, just to be polite.
I’m so polite with her berries now that she hides them from me! (Just kidding, Sue would share or give you the last anything she had.)
But, back to my shopping spree. I had just run in Fred’s to pick up some Magic Markers for work. I returned to the office with the Magic Markers — and — two different kinds of blueberry plants, as the boxes said you need two for pollination.
I might have also bought some potting soil. And a new rake that goes from narrow and short to wide and taller. And I might have bought some hydrangeas also. Blue ones.
When Pop and I lived down the street in Memphis, Tenn., from his mom and dad, the house we lived in had beautiful, huge hydrangeas all across the front. Sitting on the front porch in the spring and summer was wonderful.
Our neighbor had a gardenia bush and when the windows were open the smell was just heavenly. I think gardenias are my favorite smell!
The first spring we lived here, I ordered some tulips, crocuses, etc. from a bulb catalog — Dutch bulbs!
We’ve been here since 1986. Every year, those crocuses pop up just like they’re supposed to. My tulips came up for years and years, but they have succumbed to old age I guess.
I have daffodils planted all around the ancient hay rake and hay mower by the house.
They’re coming up now also.
If it freezes again, I’ll have a stroke. Then, I’ll go buy 9,000 more bulbs!
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