Posted in GARDENING, Southernisms

Today is NOT that Day

Dear Mr. Garden Guy,

I recently stumbled across the most charming blog -Living for Today.  Although written by an adoring mother, its not a sugar ‘n cupcakes mommy blog.  So don’t roll your eyes!  She explains: “This blog is about realizing, enjoying and appreciating what I can do today.”  Its about everyday moments.  Turning even mishaps (like damaging her car – twice in the same day – ouch!) into positive take-aways.  This mom’s slogan is “Someday I won’t be able to do this.  Today is NOT that day!”  Check out her blog in the link below.

I am a 48 year old wife and mother of four; Brady 20, Riley 17, Annie 14 and Josie 12.  I am also a professional photographer.  Around the age of 45 I started to notice some changes; for instance I…

 

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So what does this have to do with gardening?  You may ask.

Everything.

Someday I won’t be able to do my own yardwork.  Today is NOT that day!  I often covet my neighbors’ ground crews hired to maintain their lawns.  Today while I was just beginning to cut back shrubbery and ornamentals for the winter, the professionals were completing their work with such speed and precision that it seemed otherworldly.   An hour later I was still outside – wacking/mowing down weedy grass.  Typically a sweaty, achy, laborious job. I picked my turf battles carefully, doing only half the yard. Two hours was enough. I moved on to the vegetable gardens.

  • Harvested the last of the eggplants
  • Picked a few bush beans for freezing
  • Watered the lettuce
  • Tended to the medicinal  herbs – rosemary, lemon balm, cat mint
  • Inspected the broccoli patch
  • Gathered a few okra pods

I added that okra to my homemade vegetable soup.  A leafy salad made with my garden greens completed the lunch menu today.   The fruit of my labors was a delicious reward for my hard work.  This is what my suburban neighbors miss when hiring others to tend their land.  Someday I won’t be able to do my own yardwork including maintaining a vegetable garden.  Today is NOT that day!

 

Watering Can: Freeimages.com/Ronny Satzke

 

 

Out of the Cornfield

“Lower your voice girl.  We ain’t in no cornfield.”

Meaning: Speak softly.  Not loudly.

My big brother Glen often scolded me about my voice level.  Like most children, whenever I encountered something new I let out a loud shrill of excited dialog.  Here’s a sample, compliments of Cartoon Network.

So Glen would shush me and remind me about our current geographic location.  No cornfield in sight.

The problem:  As a 5 year old city kid, I didn’t know much about cornfields.  I’d never been in one.   Frankly, I’m still uncertain about proper cornfield etiquette.  But if I ever find myself in one I’m going to run around yelling my brother’s name at the top of my lungs:

“Glen!  I’m in a cornfield!  I’m in a cornfield! Glen!  Glen!  Weee!!”

Then with 50+ years of hushed giggles I’m going to laugh so long, loud and hard that I’ll pee!

Note to Self: Get away  before the farmer shows up with the sheriff.

 Cornfield: FreeImages.com/Slawek Stawek

The Truth About Chickens

A chicken ain’t nothin’ but a bird.

Definition: Celebrated personages are just plain folks.  Don’t make a big deal about them.

This saying was popular in my South during the early twentieth century.  At that time it was common to keep chickens even in city limits.  Preferring egg production over roasted or fried, the chicken was rarely eaten.   A Sunday supper or having “company” over quickly raised the chicken to celebrity status.  Guests swooned over this lowly yard bird now served with fan-fare as the main course.  Earlier it was scratching the dust for bugs and devouring kitchen waste with grateful enthusiasm.  Just being a bird.  Want proof? Watch this video from Species Confusion blog.

 

So remember this-

When the world discovers its most amazing prodigy in decades.

A chicken ain’t nothing but a bird.

When the super-star is overexposed on every relevant media outlet.

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Chicken Talk: Freeimages.com/Neils Boegh

 

A chicken ain’t nothing but a bird.

When the paparazzi simply will not leave him alone. His every movement becoming an event.  His words of notoriety blaze a viral trail across the ‘net.

A chicken ain’t  nothing but a bird.

When his humanity is eventually uncovered by some shocking scandal or thoughtless speech.  When the world turns on it’s fallen star – stripping bare and devouring flesh.

Be kind.  He was just a common bird all along.

 

 

 

Privacy Please!

“Don’t be puttin’ your bizness on the street!”

Miss Daisy’s Definition: Do not make public your personal affairs.

My very creation of this blog is a violation of this saying of Momma’s.  Not only am I putting my business on the street but my family’s and their little pets too!  No.  Miss. Daisy would not be pleased.  Or would she?

As Momma’s dementia continued to progress, she needed more help than we could provide at home.  Momma’s move into a nursing home took some adjusting for all of us.  However, she soon made friends among the staff and other residents.

It is among these friends that I often hear Momma breaking her own rule!

Listen:

“Yeah, my oldest daughter looks like her father.  Just like she supposed to.  My youngest child looks like her father too.  But they are all my children.  I have 4 children – 2 singles and a set of twins.  Lost another set because I wouldn’t stop working.  Yeah, I wanted my children.  I took treatment to have them.  I wanted pretty babies so I would pick who I wanted to be their father.  Could have any man I wanted.  Didn’t think about how I was going to take care of those babies.  Just wanted my own family.  I sho’ was crazy….”

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Miss. Daisy’s younger crazy days. (born 1926)

Wow!  I would have never thought to discuss my mother’s intimate activities in public.  Oh well.  Don’t think it matters now.

Bizness ALL in the street!

 

 

 

Not My Clowns

“Not my clowns, not my circus.”

Definition: “What is happening does not concern me.”

Never heard this Polish Proverb down here in Georgia.  Probably because many of us tend to be overly concerned about other people’s affairs.  “All up in my bizness!” is the usual cry of complaint.

I’ve adopted this Polish saying as a good reminder for me to mind my own “bizness!”

Besides, I have enough “clowns” to make a pretty fine circus of my own!

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