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Archive for March 3rd, 2009

For the Northerners

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

Those of us in the cold, frozen north need hope for a warmer tomorrow. Maybe this will cheer some of you: petunias growing outdoors in Lakeland, Florida, last Wednesday.


Each year I have violets blooming in my side yard, sometime around the middle of March. It seems we always get one short snow in April, at least a flake or two, but it does not typically stick like a February snow can… I always cross my fingers that we’ll have a full dusting the first week of April and get it out of the way.

But then again, I am not in charge of our weather. As the song “Soak up the Sun” by Cheryl Crow says:

It’s not having what you want,
It’s wanting what you’ve got

Here’s to another early bloom!

A Quick “Daddio” Story

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

(Preface: Ravelry is a knit/crochet-focused site, which requires a membership but is free. It has information on numerous patterns, yarns, designers, events… anything a yarn-fanatic might want to know. I run a discussion group called ColorJoy there, where creative folks can talk about anything creative including food and gardening and embroidery, as well as yarn-related expressions.)

On my Ravelry ColorJoy discussion group , we have been chatting about family stories (most of them involving the color purple recently). I shared a story about my father there, and it was a hit. I thought maybe some of you reading this blog might enjoy it.

We had a Sweet Gum tree, a small one (and they grow slowly in Michigan). Dad got this silly idea to tell us that it would grow sticks of gum.

He would buy one pack each of Doublemint, Spearmint and JuicyFruit (when packs had 5 sticks each) and hang them up on the tree with paperclips as hooks. Then he would tell us that the tree had fruited.

Of course, we were on to him, but we loved it that we got gum (my mother was very strict about anything with sugar in it, but Dad would break her rules if he felt like it). He did hang it up so high that we could not reach it alone.

Later, when we were too old, Dad would still put gum there and show the neighborhood kids. One girl, an only child maybe in kindergarten or just younger, came over to our house with a stepstool to get the gum. Clever girl!

Dad or Mom caught her in the act. She said she was getting gum for “her sister.” Too funny!!!