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| In my dreams |
Glorious weekend here in
Chicago. We had two sunny days with the temperatures in the fifties. The dogs
loved it, I loved it, and it got the juices running. Just like everybody else,
thoughts of springtime and warmer weather filled my thoughts. "Ah ha!",
shouted Mother Nature, "You fools." And then she stabbed us in the
heart with an icicle. Today, in the mid thirties, and by the weekend below
freezing again. However, we must look past the vagaries of Chicago weather and
plan for the future. So last Friday I started my basement garden. Packets of
seeds and potting soil were dragged in from the garage so that I could get a
jump on my summer flower garden. No vegetables this year, they take up
way too much room in the backyard. Most of them rot on the plant anyway because
they all come to fruition at the same time. So it will be only flowers with
maybe one tomato plant for the dogs. My dogs really love cherry tomatoes, so I
will probably give them that. Of course, in my mind the garden is a carefully
planned jungle of flowers and greenery. What will actually happen has more to
do with my aching back, knees, and desire to pull out the weeds. Yes, there
will be flowers. Yes, there will be greenery. Yes, there will be a tomato plant
for the dogs. And yes, there will be strange plants growing that I can't
identify until it's too late because weeds grow faster than I can move. Oh, and
there will be dog poop... with tomato seeds in it.
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| Ready to go in about two months |
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