Going about the mundane tasks that a garden demandsweeding, trimming, pinching, and groomingmy mind often wanders. A poem I learned many years ago sometimes brings me back to the present.
You know how it's really nice to have a story to tell about something? Well, here's the story of Doris's dogwood tree.... We have known Doris's son, Tom, for nearly forever. Steve and Tom played basketball together in high school.
As I sit here at the computer, there is a neighborhood confab going on across the street between three men and a single woman. They are earnestly discussing the latest scourge to hit the neighborhood! I watch as there is much gesturing here and there in the side and backyard of the house there.
I was shopping at a big box store today, as I needed to replace my watering can and get some cactus mix. These items were nearby a large group of house plants. Normally I can glance over the indoor plants and keep walking but today I stopped and admired a number of ferns.
Do you remember where you got your most recent drink of water? Your kitchen faucet? A public drinking fountain at work or school? Maybe a personal water bottle you filled at home? In the late 1800's, people found it hard to believe that invisible germs and bacteria in water caused germs.
