State marks bicentennial with museums opening, events
Looking for a preparation-for-spring job that is just about right for these too-warm late October days with little rainfall, something that promises hints of spring without too much work, as the planting of the spring daffodil garden is going to be for Vicki and I.
I probably fell in love with the allium the first summer the Madison Central High School academic competition team went to New Orleans, and that would put it back about 20 years ago.
We rode the streetcars incessantly, and it seemed that every home had pots of this tall, perfectly round, and absolutely perfect blue flower.
I talked with Ann Hibbs for two hours this afternoon, remembering Rod. She told of his motivational tactics with her: “Ann, here’s a list of things the regional vice president is supposed to do. Do them and you will be the best RVP Southern Region has ever had.”
The American Daffodil Society lost one of its true statesmen on Friday morning, August 18, when Rod Armstrong, after a long and courageously and seemingly won victory over lung cancer, succumbed after a very private battle against leukemia. He was only 73.
We just received a much appreciated gift - five vine ripe tomatoes, picked because “we’re leaving on vacation and they will be no good when we get back.”
A reminder of how we always used to grow our own tomatoes, regular as summer clockwork. And we could again, if we’d get at it in a timely fashion.