Flower Beds
I'm Daddy's girl here.
Dad spent our youth
wanting to plant flowers,
unbeknown to
Lee & I.
But he waited until
we had outgrown
playing in the
back yard
before he started
his beds.
He had some
tomatoes and peppers
originally.
Then,
when they moved
to 19th Street,
he put flower beds
on the west, north
and east sides of the house.
He also had them
on the south and east
sides of the garage.
The main thing we have
different is that I
can not grow
geraniums!
No idea why?
I always followed
planting instructions
to a "T."
Then water when needed,
fertilize,
do whatever the books say.
What do I end up with?
Normally a plant
that looks smaller
than the one I planted :0{
But,
all is not lost.
I found that I can grow
FANTASTIC
blue morning glories,
red coral bells
and
purple coneflowers.
Oh,
Oh,
and I have had some
GIANT
butterfly bushes.
Add some daffodils,
in the spring,
and my garden
is usually complete.
Once in a while,
when I can find
an old-fashioned hollyhock
I plant it.
They grow fairly well too.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for this generational connection to Dad. He would have been so pleased to have lived long enough to know that Chris had inherited it also. Three generations of people who like to experiment with flower beds.
Hum, wonder how much of the trait I got from Mom's side of the family. The family name . . . Winegardner.
Amen
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