Spring is sprung

Spring. It’s spring! Or nearly spring. Here in So Flo I lose track of the seasons, so it’s been spring to me for awhile now. Until I got a garden catalog. NOW it’s spring. When I was a kid, and young adult, the spring catalogue was something to look forward to. It was something my dad and I poured over. He’d hand it to me, and tell me to pick out something good for the yard. Pick a tree, any tree! I’d get so excited, and immediately start dog earring pages and putting stars next to my favorites. One year I starred a burning bush. When it arrived it was a stick, disappointment hit hard ( I was a kid). I was expecting a beautiful red orange bush! Never mind it was spring, and leaves don’t go fiery till fall. But my dad put that stick in the ground, and it exploded. He didn’t just have a green thumb, he was green up the shoulder, maybe his face too. I could have sworn he was magic. Every plant he got his hands on went forth and multiplied.
He started irises one year, and they multiplied so quickly and prolifically, that when we moved and he took a bunch for the new yard, it wasn’t even noticeable. Then those took over the Belmar yard! Best part of late spring is seeing that sea of purple. If we got lucky, they bloomed in time for the Spring Lake 5 race and party, they are famous. Grandma Gert swings bye to fill a vase, mom gives them away, and the sea of purple is barely dented. I’m sad I won’t see it in person this year because of baby number #2 preventing me from flying, but getting the garden catalogue and actually having the yard to put the plants in soon is a nice consolation prize. I already have my stars next to my favorites! It’s a very tropic friendly catalogue too. Lots of key lime trees, dwarf bananas, gardenias, jasmine, and even a lychee tree. Very different from the northern varieties I grew up with, but I know my dad would be gleefully rubbing his hands together over all the cool stuff we could plant.
It’ll be my first garden since his premature departure from our lives in ’09. The last year I lived with my parents I had an amazing vegetable garden. 3 kinds of tomato, 2 kinds of spinach, tons of eggplant, blue berry bushes, all organic, mulched with my juicer compost. And it flourished due to my efforts. Or so I thought. My dad, who acted so proud of me and my vegetable adventure, was spraying my beautiful organic garden with fertilizer! And no one even told me till last year! 4 years later! I laugh because I know my dad probably got the biggest kick out of my bragging about my organic garden. I hope I have half the amazing garden I would have if he were helping. I have a little Timmy to help me where the Big Tim lIt’s spring! Or nearly spring. Here in So Flo I lose track of the seasons, so it’s been spring to me for awhile now. Until I got a garden catalog. NOW it’s spring. When I was a kid, and young adult, the spring catalogue was something to look forward to. It was something my dad and I poured over. He’d hand it to me, and tell me to pick out something good for the yard. Pick a tree, any tree! I’d get so excited, and immediately start dog earring pages and putting stars next to my favorites. One year I starred a burning bush. When it arrived it was a stick, disappointment hit hard (I was a kid). I was expecting a beautiful red orange bush! Never mind it was spring, and leaves don’t go fiery till fall. But my dad put that stick in the ground, and it exploded. He didn’t just have a green thumb, he was green up the shoulder, maybe his face too. I could have sworn he was magic. Every plant he got his hands on went forth and multiplied.
He started irises one year, and they multiplied so quickly, that when we moved and he took a bunch for the new yard, it wasn’t even noticeable. Then those took over the Belmar yard! Best part of late spring is seeing that sea of purple. If we got lucky, they bloomed in time for the Spring Lake 5 race and party, they are famous. Grandma Gert swings bye to fill a vase, mom gives them away, and the sea of purple is barely dented. I’m sad I won’t see it in person this year because of baby number #2 preventing me from flying, but getting the garden catalogue and actually having the yard to put the plants in soon is a nice consolation prize. I already have my stars next to my favorites! It’s a very tropic friendly catalogue too. Lots of key lime trees, dwarf bananas, gardenias, jasmine, and even a lychee tree. Very different from the northern varieties I grew up with, but I know my dad would be gleefully rubbing his hands together over all the cool stuff we could plant.
It’ll be my first garden since his premature departure from our lives in ’09. The last year I lived with my parents I had an amazing vegetable garden. 3 kinds of tomato, 2 kinds of spinach, tons of eggplant, blue berry bushes, all organic, mulched with my juicer compost. And it flourished due to my efforts. Or so I thought. My dad, who acted so proud of me and my vegetable adventure, was spraying my beautiful organic garden with fertilizer! And no one even told me till last year! 4 years later! I laugh because I know my dad probably got the biggest kick out of my bragging about my organic garden. I hope I have half the amazing garden I would have if he were helping. I have a little Timmy to help me where the Big Tim left off. I think we’ll be ok..