Re: [gardeners] The End Is Near
George Shirley (gardeners@globalgarden.com)
Tue, 14 Oct 1997 20:51:15 -0500 (CDT)
At 07:10 PM 10/14/97 -0400, you wrote:
>Jaime, you need a neighborhood like mine with the nearest house 3/10 of a
>mile away. Shame on you, girl.:-) Around here they know you're alive when
>the UPS truck backs into the driveway and dead when your cat shows up
>regularly at their house for dinner. I could walk around stark naked and
>never get noticed except when the UPS man backs up. And he'd tell the whole
>village. The only reason I don't risk it has to do more with where the bees
>would surely bite. Cheryl
>
>>Liz Albrook wrote:
>>
>>> I sure hope your Momma raised you right, i.e. afraid to go outside
>>> without your undies on. :-)
>>
>>She did indeed raise me right. Unfortunately, I never was very
>>good at minding her. :\ I do believe I mentioned to Margaret
>>that these could also be called moonflowers. <VBG>
>>
>>What I did discover after this episode is that _all_ my
>>neighbors watch my garden in the morning. I nearly always go
>>out very early in a longish t-shirt, I nearly never can remember
>>I've got nothing else on and I never ever can resist deadheading
>>or pulling weeds. (I adore that snicking sound when you
>>pull the whole weed.) Since my knees are lousy, I have no
>>choice but to bend from the waist.
>>
>>I had no idea I was providing daily entertainment for the
>>neighbors. Now I know why Rachel mentioned that I'd lost so
>>much weight a couple of months ago. I didn't think she'd seen
>>me since she returned from Florida. Heh.
>>
>>Jaime, who is red-faced & grinning but will most likely forget
>>all about this embarassment by the time that first warm spring
>>morning comes around again.
>
>Cheryl Schaefer, Schaefer Yarns
>Beautiful hand painted fibers
>schaefer@epix.net
>Zone 5 in the fabulous Finger Lakes of NY
>
>
Sounds like the day me and Anne got in the fire ant bed and went dancing off
to the pond, stripping as we went. My daughter's girl scout den or whatever
they called it was coming up the long drive in a window van at that moment.
Merrie, my daughter, who was about 12 at the time told the scout leader her
parents were practicing a fertility rite to ensure good crops. You can bet
we were the talk of the area for a while until someone asked about it and
got the truth. What can you say to a smartass 12-year old.
George, still itching