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Hoe, hoe, ho?
Can you believe that we are entering the holiday season of gift giving already? I am still chasing butterflies and running barefoot in the winding sandy road in front of my house.
The Christmas catalogs arrive daily in the mail with their tempting colors of crisp white, startling red and intense and inviting green. I lay them on my neglected mail table next to the garden catalogs of pink, red, yellow, and of course the allusive blue that rarely is a true blue.
I look at my garden and I think "I need to get a hold of that grass. Should I use chemical assault, hand pulling assault, or should I hoe, hoe, hoe?" The sun is beaming on the right side of my face to the point of uncomfortableness and my eyes immediately find my peaceful double seated metal free standing swing in the shady bar-b-que area or my front yard. I make a bee line for it with the bees that are busily visiting the new blossoms on my roses.
My youngest child visits me to tell me her desires for this x-mas and I barely can reconcile that it is November and the poinsettias will be for sale before long. I look at the steps leading to my front door and can not fathom a poinsettia there in front of the petunias, daisies, marigolds, vinca.
I ask my daughter to say those three words that little ears long to hear, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" We immediately and simultaneously break into laughter at the ridiculousness of Christmas sneaking into this ongoing summer like a thief.
Summer has not yielded its hold on my garden. I need to water the plants that are not acknowledging their impending winter's nap. Why should I exchange my "hoe" for a "ho?" I think I will just sit in my swing with a big cold glass of tea, no lemonade and let the hoes duke it out. Will santa be in shorts this x-mas? Will I be forced to weed and feed another few weeks? Apple pie or pumpkin pie? Rudolph or Bambi? Confused tulip bulbs or Chistmas bulbs? And the winner is...
Enjoy nature and enjoy life
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You are more than welcome to some of my wet, chilly weather! I remember that in '89 we had 16 deg C/ 60 deg F Christmas Eve. It felt weird.
Hoe hoe ho, is more like ho ho ax here. As I look out the window this afternoon, the sky is filled with dark threatening clouds with occasional bright spots, and there is snow in the air. I finished the fall chores just a couple days ago, by taking the pier out of the lake, and giving up my last grasp on summer. The swing has been put to bed for it's long winters nap, and the iced tea has been exchanged for a hot cup of coffee, to go with my pumpkin pie. I've exchanged one of the hoes for an ax, and gotten the tree, before the snow is too deep to find the bottom. Santa may come to your house in shorts, but he better have the long ones on while sliding down our chimney. It's beginning to look a lot like... o'r the fields we go, laughing all the way... ho.. ho.. ho
It was like that here last week . . . but tonight it is in the lower 30s, and tomorrow night it is supposed to be in the upper 20s . . . Fall has definitely "fell" here. . . but I am a cool season girl.
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