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Today it is raining. A cold drizzle that reminds me of England or Vancouver Island. When I was a child in England, girls didn't wear long pants, except for play-wear. I had chronic cold, wet knees. I was a skinny little thing, with no insulation. Discomfort was a way of life.
Here, in Central Texas, this kind of light, persistent rain is a Godsend. It soaks into our thirsty earth, instead of running off and taking a good portion of the thirsty earth with it. It will be a good year for Spring crops, including chiggers, fire ants and mosquitoes.
I don't garden. For a person with an English background, this is tantamount to heresy, and a certain disappointment for my parents. We have nearly an acre of land here, and the only thing we grow is grass for deer. We love deer. We feed deer, probably to the disgust of most of our neighbours. The general feeling in these parts is that deer are all very well during hunting season, but the rest of the time, they are a nuisance. They eat the garden and get tangled in the bumpers of cars. There's a reason for the 25 mph speed limit through our neighbourhood.
Back to gardening. I loathe it. I am blessed with good fingernails, which grow very nicely if I don't abuse them too much. The feeling of dirt under them is abhorrent to me.
My parents were gardening fools. There was a vegetable garden at home, of about 1/4 acre, plus raspberry canes, strawberry pyramids, fruit trees, and the blackberry bush that had to be beaten back every few days. The slogging started in March, and continued until October. The digging, planting, tending, weeding, picking, canning and freezing made a full-time job for my mother, and part-time for Dad. Eventually, they got tired of my griping, and let me keep house and make meals instead. I wasn't real wild about doing that, either, but it was better than scrabbling around in the freezing mud.
Posted by ronni87
at 2:07 PM CST
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