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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Flower frenzy 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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