SEED CATALOG

BACK IN THE DAY;SEED CATALOGS WERE A BIG DEAL IN MY HOME.MY MOM AND GRANDPA ALWAYS ORDERED OUT OF THEM.MOSTLY THE BULBS,BUSHES AND TREES. BOTH YARDS WERE LIKE GARDENS OF EDENS.AROMATHERAPY WAS JUST FRESH AIR WAFTING THROUGH THE LAND.HYBRID ROSEBUSHES WERE ESPECIALLY AN EXCITING DELIVERY. MAMA WOULD SMILE LOVINGLY AS SHE’D CAREFULLY CUT OPEAN THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG THEY CAME IN,AFTER SHE HAD FILLED A 5 GALLON PLASTIC BUCKET WITH WATER TO SOAK THE ROOTS IN.THE ENDS WERE WAXED AND SHE WOULD TAKE A PAIRING KNIFE TO SHAVE IT OFF. THE BASION HOLES WERE DUG IN A LINE BESIDE OUR WHITE PAINTED PLANK YARD FENCE THAT WAS BUILT TO DIVIDE OUR PROPERTY LINE FROM MY GRANDPARENTS.HOW THAT LINE GREW LONGER EACH PASSING YEAR! A LINEAR ROSE GARDEN THAT DECORATED THAT PLAIN FENCE  IN A WAY THAT COULD ONLY BE DESCIBED AS GRANDEUR.THERE WERE MANY DELEVERIES OF MANY TYPES OF THINGS FROM THOSE MAIL ORDER MOTHER EARTH PRODUCTS FROM ONION SETS,TULIPS,IRIS,DAFFIDILS,ECT.FOUND IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER IN THE REFRIDGERATOR.WAITING TO BE PLANTED MOSTLY IN THE FALL AND THEY WOULD COME UP IN THE SPRING.LOTS OF THINGS IN THE COUNTRY WAS A YOU JUST WAIT TO SEE. TO THIS DAY ANTICAPATING SOMETHING, LIKE A GIFT,WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN INSTANT GRATAFICATION.but that,s just me…how bout u

THE FIRST FARM 4 WHEELER

MY GRANDPA RICHMOND LIVED ON A HUNDRED A JOINING ACRES TO OURS.HIS HEART ATTACK HAD LEFT HIM WEAKER BUT NOT FEEBLE.HE GOT A RIDING LAWN MOWER. BOY WAS THAT FUN! I CAN STILL ENVISION HIM IN HIS WHITE T-SHIRT KHAKI KNEE LENGTH SHORTS AND THE OLD STYLE FISHING HAT RIDING ALL OVER HELL AND 10 ACRES!iT WAS A TOY AND A WORKING VEHICLE,MUCH LIKE THE FOUR WHEELERS THAT CAME ABOUT LATER. HITCHING A WAGON TO THE BACK INSTANTLY GAVE UNLIMITED POSSIBILITES TO DO WHATEVER AGE HAD HAMPERED.THE SMILE ON MY GRANDPAS FACE WAS MIRROWED ON MY SONS ONE DAY. TELLING ME  TO GET INTO THE WAGON HE WAS PULLING BEHIND MY HUSBANDS DADS 4 WHEELER.

I REMEMBER WHEN ONE TIME I

WAS A LITTLE GIRL GROWING UP OUT IN THE BOONEDOCKS,  MY MOM HAD BOUGHT THESE BABY CHICKS THAT CAME IN TIERED CARDBOARD BOXES. SHE SET UP THIS CONTRAPTION TO KEEP THEM WARM ONTIL THEY GOT FEATHERS.A BIG HOT LAMP PLUGGED IN AND POSITIONED SO MANY INCHES ABOVE THE FLOOR ON THE BACK PORCH.CAREFULLY ONE BY ONE SHE GENTLY PICKED UP EACH BABY CHICK,CUPPING IT IN HER HANDS COOING SOFTLY, TELLING THEM IT WAS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.THE FRANTIC CHIRPING OF ALMARMED BIRDLINGS,HARMONIZED INTO AN EXCITED SOUND THEN AS WE GIRLS MIMMICKED OUR MOTHERS VOICE,THEY SEEMED TO ACCEPTED THEIR NEW HOME ON THE NEWSPAPERS MOM HAD PLACED ON THEBROWN LINOLEM TILED FLOOR.THEY WERE STILL QUITE THE NOISE MAKERS BUT LIKE THE WILD BIRDS OUTSIDE OUR WOODLAND HOME,I CAN STILL RECALL THEIR UNIQUE SING-SONG SOUND AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE.