Someone recently told me to “put a new blog up today – the snow pics are old!” Which caused me to do some rethinking of my priorities. And then after I rethunk things, it hit me…and became almost as clear as the sunlight in that photo: I must write! Not only about gardening, but about other stuff. And not only do I need to write about things, I also need to get out and become more active in the community gardening realm. When I say community gardening, I’m not specifically referring to a community plot where folks rent a section of dirt and do their thing there, I’m also talkin about the backyard and frontyard gardens of friends and neighbors. So, I’d like to thank Shawna for the jolt of realism at a time when I needed it.
Who knows, I might even take a trip out west to Renee’s Garden. I get a media packet about this time each year and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more informational seed packet than what Renee does her seeds up in. Each is printed with all the information about the plant that you’d find in a full size catalog. They’re too lovely to toss so I laminate them use them as plant markers. And even though we’ve still got at least a foot of snow, I can dream about sunny California and how Renee might like havin an old Kentucky boy visit her garden.
These seed packets have all the info you need printed right on the packet itself. There’s not a more attractive way of doing this, at least not one that I’ve seen.
It might be a little early to blog about Valentines Day, but I’m going to anyway. I have a favorite picture of my two youngest kids taken when they were little. My sister arranged them on a stump that’s along the edge of her yard in Kentucky. I’m guessin my little sweetie pie was five, and her brother was seven. I want you to pay particular attention to her curly hair. Mine was very much like that when I was her age, I’ve seen the photo and if I don’t forget, I’ll ask Mom for it when we visit in April. April is nice in Kentucky, my wife says it’s great seeing spring at a time when you expect it, instead of like here when spring shows up only when it’s damn sure winter is through! Pardon my French, but sometimes we don’t get spring weather till late June. My son, AJ, and his sister Meghan look like two valentines in the photo. And they both are the sweetest of sweethearts who’ve given me more joy than they’ll ever realize.