In Reply to: Re: Hi Charlie! posted by susie on March 23, 2004 at 04:03:35:
My brothers and siters and I were raised on a farm fencing pastures, milking cows, feeding pigs and chickens, etc.... My mom made sure we knew how to grow gardens (she was very successful at growing gardens). I got good at it and went on to start a market garden for me and my first wife selling to the public. I know how much work is involved. That's why, when it comes to my little alcove out back, God's gotta grow it - hee hee. Like I said, I'll add the water for the ditch and cut the grass, but HE can do the rest.
Now Fran, she's all gung ho different. She's out there digging and scratching, hoeing and tilling, planting and transplanting, thinking and thinking, scheming and coniving.....she's got THE PASSION. She was undecided about a motiff for the yard, so I suggested a farm motiff cause she seemed to like and lust what other people had done with their wagon wheels and barrels, etc..., and then, wouldn't you know it, a customer called to have me remove two of their rotten old wagon wheels. Well, I just hauled them into the yard and said, "Whatdayathink?" Into the flower beds they went.
Hey, I got all inspired and ran out back and started hauling out all the old barrels, milk cans, cow bells, antique tillers, cultivators -- woah, I had a barn full of that junk and before ya knew it, there we were, farm motiffed. However, I came home one day and found all those farm things sitting in this kinda neutral zone between her front yard and my back yard, meaning it was in my back yard and that I was going to have to deal with all this stuff again. She's a city born and raised girl and had decided that 'farm' was out and 'contemporary' was in. So this year, it's going to be wrought iron trellises, pressure treated fences and posts, wood chip walkways, garden pools and goldfish, lawn and garden furniture, gazebo......annuals, perenials, shrubs.... gawd! Give me a pack of wild flower seed and I'll sprinkle it out back and whatever grows, grows, and whatever doesn't, doesn't. Thank God I have a canoe to escape to when when she comes around looking for a man to drill those post holes, build the gazebo, dig out and line the ponds.... "Fran, I do that all day for customers! I'm tired at the end of the day" -- just having fun. Now she's talking about getting a dog - a GREAT DANE. "Uh, excuse me?" "We were going to tracel, in our golden years, for 6 months of the year, remember? How am I ever going to be able to take you to all the botanical gardens throughout the States and Mexico if we have to drag along a GREAT DANE. HELLO?"