Meet Peachy. He's so adorable. This is his third year in my yard and every time I look at him I swoon with adoration. He has been through some of the toughest times in my garden. Like when I didn't think I had to water more than once every two weeks because I grew up on the East Coast and you didn't really have to water except in the brutal August heat. It wasn't August, so why water? It's only 18% humidity and we get a maximum of 9 inches of rain per year? Why would I water?
Then he survived my oldest sister trying to kill him. (That's right, Jen, I went right for the jugular with that one. Oldest sister.) Peachy was weak and frail but I insisted he would be great if we could just get him in the ground. Reluctantly Jen planted him but then as soon as I turned my back she kicked him! With a full-force karate-style kickboxing move unleashed from the depths of the earth she spun around and HI-YA!
Peachy held strong unlike so many before him and today he is a beautiful young lad and I hope lots of honeybees come smooch his flowers for Valentine's Day.
7 comments:
i want spring flowers and i want them NOW. so jealous.
we've had large numbers of robins in our yard since mid-January; eating the berries from our giant holly tree, but no flowers yet ... 5" of snow on the ground; maybe by your birthday ...
Peachy needs to change gender! He bears fruit, that makes him female!!! So glad she is still alive and kicking. After 2 glorious days all the snow is gone until the next Arctic blast. m-in-l
Peachy was just asking to be kicked like a little nerd at the bus stop.
Plus, I only did it after hours of hard labor with no food I may have had a case of the FREDS.
Is 30 considered young?
The number is not relevant. Older is older.
If you don't get older then you're just not here any more.
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