Yes. My name is m a r n a: 04/02/13

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Rolly Bat

I really do LOVE sports. But I have no athletic ability whatsoever. Rolly bat is more my speed. That's a great "sport" for someone like me.

Chris Mason

Chris Mason, back up goalie for the Nashville Predators, cleaned his beard up last week. I'm a bit disappointed. I was hoping he was joining the "Duck Dynasty" family.

This photo doesn't do the beard justice. It was longer than this and not as neat. Now it's close shaven.

I remember watching the movie "Return to Me" in Seattle with my friend Darlene. It was on today and I'd forgotten just how much I loved it. One of my favorite lines of all time is "hairy legs are your only link to reality". Great one Bonnie Hunt. Just love her too.

My Gardens.....

I'm over my head. This year I decided to start a flower garden. Only, I've ended up with eight places scattered over our farm growing flowers. Or trying to grow flowers. Gardening is an addiction. At least for me it seems.

Here are some photos of my many gardens. I didn't take any of the Cannas on a bank beside the road or the hostas down from those on the same bank. Forgive the no mulch. Still have to put that down. I'm gotten in over my head obviously.

These are at the edge of our porch facing the far hay field. HOPING the

spread and are thick and tall enough to cover the end of the porch.

These are at the corner of our front yard. I'm going to plant a tree but not sure what kind.

Looking for suggestions. An American Flag pole and birdbath are also in the plans.

These are growing on an ugly clay bank near the barn. Not sure

what they will be. I started them from bulbs. Hoping they spread

and cover the bank.

Started two elephant ears on another ugly clay bank near a paddock.

Hoping they will grow very large and hide the bank.

One side at bottom of driveway. It's a hodge podge of flowers. No idea how

it's all going to look and go together in the end. Must mulch soon!

Other side of bottom of driveway with several flowers I don't know

what are. And about 8-9 rose bushes I started last fall.

It will take years for them to get large and pretty

but that is okay. It's fun growing them.

Three sets of elephant ears I started on another ugly clay bank beside the big covered arena.

Once again, hoping these grow large to cover bank.

Original rose bush. Six are doing well. The front bushes are cut way

back. Disease has gotten hold.

New purchase last night. Two crape myrtles.

Now....where to plant...........

Yes. My name is m a r n a. Not Myrna, Marta, Marva, Merna, Myra, Murna, and so on. (Although many call me Marnie and I like that one.) As an extremely shy child I hated my name. The first day of the school year was torture for me as most of the teachers could never pronounce my name. By high school, much to my secret delight, my classmates began correcting the teacher the first time it was flubbed up, often spelling it out during that first roll call. I think they had figured out I was too shy to do so. Overly attached to my mother I missed a lot of school until 9th grade, where I was scared of the Vice Principle and no longer complained of stomach aches. In the third grade my mother told me once the teacher asked if my middle name was "Stephanie". My mother said, "No". Seems I had started writing Stephanie on my schoolwork. My teacher continued to let me do so, which only last a few days. It's a miracle I have a master's degree after all my problems with school phobia. My mother is now in Heaven, no doubt, looking down on me in amazement. One of her biggest fears was I would not attend college. Here's to you momma. So sorry I grieved you so many mornings before school and so many afternoons with phone calls of "stomach aches". <><

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