Monthly Archives: January 2012

Pneumonia Weather

Mell came out the house this morning in shorts, a sweatshirt, socks and NIKE sandals … ???  Uh, son? 

It went from 68 to 30 something in a matter of a few days.  People, don’t forget what your parents and grandparents told you.  Put your undershirt on in October and don’t take it off until the end of March (or almost June in my parents’ house).  For those of you who are like me and can’t wait to see the sun shining in the windows, let me give you some advice to carry you until it FEELS like it LOOKS outside.  Garden from the inside.  Trust me.  It is definitely not the same, but it helps me to get my fix.

I woke up a little late and was in a hurry to gt dressed for work.  I went in the bathroom, cleaned up after the puppy, and turned on the shower.  Then it happened.  I got distracted!  Who me?  LOL.  Inside joke intended for my friends who know that it doesn’t take a lot to distract me.  Remember those glad bulbs in the bathtub.  Well . . . some of them have started to dry pretty good, so I HAD to see what was under the red mud.  I spent the next 10 minutes pulling off baby bulbs/corms and wondering how long it would take them to grow large enough to put in the ground.  Will they produce anything at all this year.  Foliage, if I’m lucky, and maybe flowers next year.  There is only one way for me to find out.  Then, I remembered, “I am already late for work.”  On top of that, now I’m gonna have a cold shower.  And rush out the door.  Ha.  Pneumonia weather.  I bet you can’t guess what I’m looking forward to doing when I get home!


Pretty Things Come in Dirty Packages

The girls are so excited about watching things grow. They are almost as ready as I am to play in the dirt. As a matter of fact, Kayla has been busy digging gladiola bulbs and seperating the “babies” from the “mommas” for about a week now. Granted, I have had that glad bed for as long as I have had JaMell (LOL), and never once dug and stored anything from it. Maybe the child will teach mommy a few things about gardening. I asked her where she will plant them. Until she decides, they will be sitting and drying in my bathtub.

Bugg is a completely different beast!! She digs too, but really is not interested in the bulbs. Every time she sees a worm, she moves him to his “new home where we put food for him.” Yes, gardeners, we call that the compost pile. This is where her experimentation with a berry garden will take place this spring.

I’m anxious and looking forward to seeing you when all this effort starts to sprout, grow, and bloom. Until then, keep coming back to get winter tips for your cabin fever.