This is for all of you who get cards, or candy, or roses each year,. Go kiss and hug your sweetie. Then come back to me. .......OKAY?????.........Now. Business as usual. Since I got none of the aforementioned, it's just Benny and me this year. Hell, even the guy I've been chatting with for two months online has been a no-show for two days, I guess it's me and my shadow. I once had a dance recital solo done to that song. Me and my Tap Shoes. So here I go. I got a beautiful violet patterned dish from my friend Betsey. Thanks so much! It was exactly what I was talking about! Your card is in the mail. When I was a little girl, we lived on a dairy farm. I remember a few fond memories. Bringing eggs in from the chicken coop. Amazing, they were always warm from the hens laying on them. And there was all the times I was out in the fields, right next to our cows. Patting them and sitting down next to them in the fields. They weren't "just " cows, they were pets to our family. Maybe it was because we only had 12 or so. It wasn't a huge heard or anything. One day a small girl at the time, I ran in from the barn yelling, "Mom! Come quick!! One of our cows is sick!!!" It was the first time I had ever seen an animal giving birth. Lesson 101 in farm life. So with that out of the way, the real fond memories can begin. Because we had acreage, a company once came to harvest Which Hazel from our woods. Hell, does anyone still USE that stuff? Anyway, they left long roads in our woods. My Mom and I would go walking on them. There was a hollow where there was a small pond. My Mom got flat rocks from the area and we would sit on them. Each spring there were THOUSANDS of violets in there. Most were blue, but some were white. They would cross pollinate and a few would have blue and white on the SAME petal! Quite a memorable experience for a four year old! I highly recommend it for a child. Hell, you might give rise to another Euell Gibbons, or Peter Watson, ya never know...... That was where my love of all things botanical sprung from. I got email confirmation on my garden cart, and yellow bleeding heart yesterday, Happy Happy Joy Joy.
Now my "gotta have it " list is done. But I think I might have to get a cherry tree. My Uncle Al had one. Each year he would devise ways to scare the birds away from the fruit. My thoughts are, if the tree is 25 feet high, let the birds have the ones on top anyhow if you can't reach them. But each year, he would hang pie plates and Christmas ornaments on the branches to try to keep those birds away. I never saw any results, but it was fun to watch. I don't know what the big deal was; he didn't CAN or anything! Just didn't want the birds those get one of those cherries, I guess. Well, guess I gotta get some work done around here, so Ta for now,,,