bayou's Blog

Took a walk around the backyard with my coffee this morning checking on my little friends.

To my surprise there was my calla (I call him Ginger) opening up to greet me.

I'd been waiting on him, wondering when he would say hello.

Two days ago he was trying to make up his mind.

Two days ago I moved the store bought hanging basket from the shade yard (we call it the plant hospital) over to the sunny area. It told me its doing just fine now and likes being up high and in the center of attention.

The sweet potato vine was quite miffed at me and demanded a close up. After all, he said "just because we come from a potato doesn't mean that we can't dress up real well"

While trying to sooth the feelings of the sweet potato vine, I could hear a soft voice calling to me from behind the plant.

"Good morning to you Miss Bayou. It's been a while and I must say I've missed you. You know, its time for me to begin my job. You're going to need a bit more shade back here so the other Crepe Myrtle ladies and I are preparing our tools and polishing our uniforms for a nice lovely summer. That nice topping you gave us last fall was very nice. Don't worry, the pink ladies over there will be along soon. One of the branches got her feelings hurt by the neighbor, but I think I've smoothed things out. "

So engrossed was I in my soft conversation, that I was startled by another rather raspy voice calling to me. "Hey! Yo! Momma. It's me. Ovah herah by de door."

I have tried for 13 years and have yet to be able to teach my Rubber Tree plant any kind of manners. *sigh*

Yes darling, I replied... "Hey baby, look at my new growth comin an lookin good doll face!" "I'm still waitin on the trim you promised me. Any idea on when you might wanna hook up and do some rootin, baby?"

"And speakin a' rootin, I been takin care a lil Clipper over there on the side. Yes, Miss B, I decided to name him for you. He's lookin like he needs a little bit a water, so like, ummmm, man, ummmmm SNAP to it lady!"

Oh, what a peaceful way to enjoy my coffee.

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