ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
How about a quick gardening lesson this morning? About the Silvery Checkerspot Caterpillar that’s doing a number on my echinacea? Seriously! I was only in Orlando one weekend. But during that time, my coneflowers became infested to the point they are downright Halloween-y-ish.
I told you fall was coming early this year… Continue Reading
Before we went to the lake for the 4th of July, we drove over to a fireworks stand near Luxora to buy a sackful of Roman candles, bottle rockets, stink bombs, and Black Cats. We carried them with us like luggage, as though we couldn’t buy sparklers in Mountain Home.
How the whole bag didn’t combust when we stopped for butterscotch malts in Lake City was a great mystery to me. In the time it took the Tastee Freeze waitress to whip up our orders and slide them through the window, Momma’s car morphed into an oven. We could have baked chocolate chip cookies on the dashboard, if we’d better planned.Continue Reading
You know what happens when a spring rain comes nearly every afternoon? Jurassic Garden. That’s what. Plants grow before your eyes, doubling and tripling in size. It seems like a fantastic thing. But come August, things could look primeval.
I’ve already cut back some of my flowers to give them a chance later in the summer.
Papa Creecy, who was a farmer, always said too much rain is better than watching dry crops burn in the field. That was before irrigation wells and pivots. If he were alive today, he might have a different opinion. I don’t know.
I would ask a farmer but I imagine they are too busy, too irritated, too busy, too tired, too busy to weigh in. Continue Reading
