Talking About the Garden

Turns out daffodils and blue muscari are top of the list for the Gardening Nephews.  I try to explain how they are bulbs and will have to be planted in the late fall.  " In winter?' they are incredulous. "No, fall," I repeat.  "Aunt 'Chelle, what is this fall?  We have summer and winter!"  Hmmm... a bit of wisdom there, I think.

There are days when I am finally feeling more like the normal me.  Up the stairs and walking around the rambling historic home my nephews are calling home, I can keep up going down the stairs; going up, my nephews are waiting for me at the top, even the next to youngest.

The boys know spring (AKA warm weather) is coming,  The topic turned to gardening initiated by the twin I think of as the "lead" gardener among them.

"Aunt 'Chelle, we need to talk about our garden this year," he states in a very serious tone.  "It needs to be smaller."

"Yes, smaller, " the other twin chimes in, "so we can weed it! Our sweet corn did not turn out so good."

"It needs to be gooder," lead twin adds.

"Better..." I correct.

"I don't know where you learned 'better'.  Here 'gooder' is a word," lead twin, 5, admonishes me.

(Sounds like something his Papa decreed.)

Rain...Storms? Planting?

My pansies are looking good.
I have about the only flowers blooming anywhere.
My neighbor across the way had the first clump of his Tete-a-tete daffodils bloom yesterday.

I like my new smart phone.  It has a hundred different things it is ready and willing to do for me, once I take the time to learn all its cool applications, as in uses.  The flashlight, calculator, Siri, using it as a white noise machine by repeating the recorded thunderstorm and rain while I am sleeping (a great aid in normalizing my sleeping pattern, I've found); but not the least is the week's weather forecast at a single tap.

But really, I haven't asked Siri, as I am fond of asking her the stupid questions, "what is the difference between a forecast of rain and a forecast of showers?"