Gardening and Remembrance

Several years of the raccoons dumping potted marginals into my pond 
and the early May hailstorm that shredded most of the waterlily 
leaves had apparently taken their toll.  The leaves weren't renewing 
them as they should have and some of the larger goldfish were dying. 
I would have to do a partial drain and replant  and fertilize all of 
the large (about 5 gallon) boxes of lilies.  No doubt about it, this 
was going to be a muddy and thankless job.

Taking a break with a can of Milwaukee's Finest (MGD), I remembered a 
day many years ago when I was visiting my grandmother in a small town 
in central Iowa.  There was a large mud puddle in front of her house 
and being only about 7 years old, I proceeded to get myself pretty 
well saturated in some of Iowa's Finest (MUD).

Fortunately, my mom realized that this was just something that Small 
Boys Will Do,  and let me get it out of my system, giving me a good 
scrubbing from head to toe (and no doubt relegated my  clothes that 
day to the rag box).

Mom's now in a nursing home now and hasn't been able to recognize for 
me for several years (the Big "A"), but somehow I think that if she 
had seen me this afternoon, she might have said something like:  "My 
God, Donald Robert, you're almost  <fill in the blank> years old, and 
you're still playing in the mud!"

How I wish I could hear her say it.

-- 
Don Martinson
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
l*@execpc.com


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