Since blogging comes as more of a good thought than a definitive action to me, I am adding the date so as to give anyone who has the misfortune to read this a point of reference.
Yesterday's date was the occasion of my very first Master Gardener class. Six people, 5 women, 1 man, no spring chickens. Not many people have the luxury of 13 consecutive Thursdays free for this kind of endeavor. Next week, we'll be joining a class of 18 more people from the next county over.
First class ~ orientation. I feel like a more balanced individual already. We were each gifted with a 3" thick manual and a first-day test to determine our knowledge now as opposed to what it will be in 13 weeks. I expect to learn at least my $80 worth of information.
I will edit to add thoughts as they occur to me because I don't want to be logged out against my will. After class, my front porch became a plant stand. Stopping off at one of the other gardener's close-by homes on the way out (and yes, it WAS the man ~ sue me) I walked away with 3 forsythias, a "golden-seal" tree (anyone know?), some Swedish ivy cuttings, and an angel trumpet. This is a GOOD new friend.