Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
You know, the women-folk of Port Swiller Manor have long professed to be great fans of Laura Ingalls Wilder and the spirit with which she faced frontier life. Yet let ol’ Robbo absent-mindedly forget to turn the heat back on after a cold front comes through, making the house perhaps a tad chilly overnight, and see what kind of reaction he gets. Hot house orchids ain’t in it.
Speaking of flowers, I was musing about what needs doing around the grounds after I get home from Mass today. It’s actually a short and sweet list: The annual stringing of new deer netting for the hydrangea hedge, the placement of supports for the peonies, some weeding on the garden path.
Somewhere or other I have seen an illustrated Examination of Conscience. For the Commandment about keeping the Sabbath, one of the pictures is of somebody sweating over an old-fashioned push-mower. Now I personally feel that mowing the lawn does come under the definition of unnecessary Sunday labor, which is why I always try to take care of it on Saturday. But I don’t classify fooling about in the garden the same way. To me, it’s more a sort of hands-on appreciation of God’s glory. (At least until the weather turns beastly hot.)
UPDATE: Speaking of Flower Power: Legalized weed, “Earth Day” counterculture and Colorado hippie pot-heads. What could possibly go wrong?
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April 21, 2013 at 3:50 pm
JB in Florida
***SIGH*** Peonies. ***sigh*** Something we can’t grow in the Sunshine State, and are exorbitant to get at a florist.
April 22, 2013 at 12:56 am
Robbo
Yeah, I hear you. We all, I think, have Zone Envy. I’d dearly love to be able to grow delphiniums and lupines and rhodies, but Ma Nature says “Nyet!”