Chapter 4
They tell me that the ground hog saw his shadow when he opened his sleepy eyes and peeped out of his little holey home.
And all because of that we have to endure six more weeks of winter.
I really think we should protest… march in great numbers to stand silently outside his underground home to let him know we don’t’ appreciate his decisions!
The postman brought on of those mail order seed catalogs to our house last week.
It’s got pictures of strawberries the size of good big watermelons, pumpkins so big they have to be hauled out of the garden on flatbed semis, and flowers guaranteed to bloom for anyone!
Combined with the lovely weather we’ve been having it didn’t take me long to get all worked up into a flower plantin’ mood.
And then the blasted groundhog had to pass judgement!
In spite of the old boy, the mood is still there. For some odd reason that particular mood seems to strike me about once a year and I get the strangest notion that my luck has changed, and I CAN grow zinnias the size of dinner plates. So, I sat down and ordered fifteen packages of flower seed!
And when the seeds come, I’ll get excited just like I aways do!
I’ll dig up the earth, fertilize, water, pamper and worry.
Then all the plants will DIE!!! Instead of green thumbs I must have been blessed with first class poison ones.
I even use mouthwash and try hard not to breathe on the tender young shoots but it’s all in vain. I’m just not a good plant grower.
How I envy those women who have magic in their fingertips. My mother-in-law could make a palm tree grow at the North Pole. I’m not even able to grow decent weeds in the back yard.
But this could be THE year! Who knows?! MAYBE the seed catalog has miracle plants able to withstand poor soil, bad water, drouth, floods and ME!
! Maybe I’ll have a gorgeous garden that people will ooh and aah over—And maybe the devil will serve ice water to his inmates!
And maybe the groundhog made the wrong decision, and spring is just around the corner…
like the inmates, we must not give up hope…
where was I?? Maybe the morning glories will EVEN BLOOM… maybe…