|Spiderwort from my Mom|
I've been working out in my yard quite a bit for the last couple of years. I've never thought that I had much of a green thumb but my thumb seems to be getting a little greener as I get older. Maybe it's just that I have a little bit more time now that my kids have gotten older and can spend the time necessary to fertilize, weed and water them. Whatever it is, my plants don't seem to be dying on me nearly as quickly as they used to.
I don't know a lot about shrubs and flowers and vines although I do know for certain what poison ivy looks like now. I came in contact with that little plant about a month ago at my oldest son, Nathan's, place in Auburn and had my first allergic reaction to it. That plant left a lasting impression on me and not a pleasant impression either. Contrary to the feeling that I have when I see poison ivy, many of the plants and flowers that grow in my yard conjure up thoughts and feelings about special people who have been in my life; folks like my Grandmother Sutton who had the greenest thumb I've ever seen, or my Mama. My Grandmother Sutton and my Mama worked hard in their flowers. It was truly a labor of love to them. I didn't understand as a young person how anyone could find digging in the dirt and sweating in North Alabama pleasurable. We have what I'll call "yuggy" weather here. That's yucky plus muggy. It can be 90 degrees outside but when the humidity is factored in, it feels like 105 to your body. That's "yuggy"!
fragrance to the air and sweet memories to my heart.