"One yard of sod, to go."
• A Purr-fect View
May 24, 2010 – Brrr…can you believe this weather? I get ready to put away my winter coat when, wham, another cold day rolls on through. I pity the poor pansies I put outside my window seat. I peek out to say good night and their little faces look so sad. Maybe I should offer them a blanket.
Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a gardener like mom's buddy, Lynn. Now there's a green thumb, no, she has more like a green hand, well, actually it's two hands…oh, never mind, you get the picture. She has a lovely garden every summer. I bet if she and hubby, John, ever decided to plant veggies they could rig up a little push cart and sell fresh produce from their front yard and rake in big profits. I'll suggest it the next time she calls.
I want to grow pumpkins but mom insists it can't be done in pots. She managed to harvest 5 small ones years ago after a long summer of care and running out to protect their tendrils every time the lawn mower was being revved up.
Their original place of seeding was next to the foundation at the back of the house and by mid-summer what with vines, tendrils and leaves had ventured out about 10 feet. Mom said you had to be careful because you really couldn't tell which blossom would ultimately grow into a pumpkin. She said it was fun but they need lots of room to grow.
I've suggested we try Indian corn but she said that wouldn't work in pots either although she's never tried it. Don't tell her but I got a friend to give me a lift to a local store where I picked up a packet of the corn. I'm determined to give it a try. If it works she'll thank me come fall because she won't have to buy any for decorations.
We haven't yet decided on what flowers to plant. I'm pushing for daisies and she's thinking maybe coleus. If we can't decide, I'll have a square yard of sod delivered to the fire escape and plunk my hammock in my own "yard". With my salary from the paper I can even have a lawn manicurist care for it. I'm very particular when it comes to the "Old Sod."
Sorry, readers, it's getting late and my humor's getting away from me…and mom just turned out the light.
