As I was walking around the yard this morning, I saw a big green weed and two little weeds. They were beautiful. If I can see some ants, ant hills, bugs, and maybe a lizard or two, I’ll be happy. Spring will be here.
As I get older and older, I tell myself, “Don’t dig a garden. Your back and legs will hurt for weeks.” So what do I do? Yell out loud, “Where is the shovel?”
I need plant food, fertilizer and my seeds. I’ll get zinnias, blue eyed daisies, that new sunflower called Coconut Ice, and a marigold mix. I’ll buy some tomato plants, and this year, I want to try some mint. Besides the gardens, I think of Mom’s favorite poem:
Spring has sprung.
The grass has riz.
I wonder where
The flowers iz?
March 30, 2011