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I had a wonderful day just tooling around today....................We got an
unexpected message from Squire's job wanting him to drive 468 miles to get
his new semi-truck and get him back to work, and after making all the
appropriate arrangements for transporting son, whose taxi is his mom, I
slipped the dawgs, left them bewildered and with "daddy" and headed down and
out into the countryside and towards the town nearby to conduct some last
minute preparations for the trip.

This is going to be a wonderful adventure, as I'll be able to see one of my
gardening newsgroup friends, Pottingshed, aka Bev. She decided a few years
ago after reading some of my posts, that she just HAD to meet me, and
snarfed up her granddaughter who she kept alot for her daughter while she
worked, (the girl was 6) and came down to Tennessee from Virginia for a
week's visit and a sleep on my futon. We had a blast and made fast friends,
proving my theory that almost all gardeners are really neat people. (I've
had the blessing and pleasure to meet a few of the friend's I've made over
the almost 8 years I've contributed and learned from rec.gardens. I
consider them life friends!)

After the go-ahead from Pottingshed that me and the dawgs were welcome after
I kick Squire out at the terminal, I realized there were a few small things
to take care of before I flitter off. Oil change for the van, collar's for
the beasties for their leashes. Sméagol has such a thin neck, and the
Dollar Store has nylon collars that snap for $1, and Sugar despite her being
paranoid, needed something that didn't slip off her neck either.

On the way down my favorite route and winding country road towards
Morristown, I saw pastures near woods that had numerous flocks of tightly
huddled and pecking wild turkeys. One pasture had at least 60 of them as
they scratched near a roll of hay the owner had left for his horses. It
lifted my heart to see them, and made me laugh as I realized they were
totally oblivious to cars passing just a few feet from them below. (the
pasture I saw these in rose from the road).

The day was overcast and gray, and the feel of it was a cool late winter
day. 45oF and comfortable, but needing a coat in case the temperatures
dropped, I wound my way down the road, which stretches about 12 miles from
my house to the small hidden parkway. Everywhere I saw green growth poking
up thru tan grasses and landscapes, and noticed individual homes where the
owners had been mulching little beds with concrete edgers around trees and
such. The spring fever was evident as I saw several yards that had been
obviously tended to and had a small pang of guilt as I realized I should
have been home ripping Vinca............

I'll tell ya' what, though, the Vinca is more tenacious and evil than I ever
imagined. I found a large clump of it intent on conquering my woods near
the northeastern drop off the other day that took me completely by surprise.
I have way more to tear out than ever I thought. But enough of that. I
accomplished the mechanical portion of my errands, hit the bank on my way to
get myself a rather large container of sweet iced tea with extra lemon
slices (in the South, you can almost always buy sweet iced tea at any time)
for my "fuel", and then decided to go back to the Lowe's where I used to
work to see if I could find a small pot of "Brasil" variegated philodendrum
to take with me.

I should never have stopped. I had forgotten that February is the time they
pull the old stock and put it on racks and reduce the price hugely. I
specifically wanted to also replenish the thistle seed for the finches, as
the little buggers have discovered both feeding stations I've made for the
winged warriors.

Once I got into the greenhouse and perused the plants, I realized they
didn't have what I was looking for, but oh lordy...........there were three
green racks over six foot loaded with reduced stock like fertilizers,
rooting hormones, bonemeal, tomato blossom spray, Camelia and Rhoddie
fertilizers and such. Up top of the rack, I spotted some Organic granular
fertilizers for Flowers and Vegetables marked down to rediculous, and not
having a cart, decided to take the plunge and take all they had. That was
five bags of three pounds each bag of granular fertilizer for $3. Marked
down significantly, I might add making it a bargain.

I got the thistle seed, resisted the urge to get the larger bag, after doing
the math and figuring out I wasn't saving money, and moved towards the
greenhouse. Tippy toe and snag the bags, and heard my name called, and
turned to see former co-workers working and moving new stock who had spotted
me and my orange garden hat with the white flowers. We greeted and hugged
and I got the usual questions....where you been? whatcha been doin'? We
miss you....you coming back?? things of that nature. Then I bowed out to
let them get on with their scrambling as pre-Spring is madness around Lowes.

Then I made the wrongful decision to go outside into the deserted garden
center and see what was on the tables. Shouldn't have.............nope.
ALL their glazed ceramic pots of various assorted sizes were marked down
50%, as well as iron trellises and iron hooks and such. They do this every
two years for the new line of merchandise, and the last time I made out with
bargains, I was new and just working there. This time it was heavy, clay
glazed pots, no fiberglass or coated styrofoam ones that were outrageously
expensive when they first came. I spotted a beautiful deep blue five gallon
one that I thought would be just perfect for a home for the reblooming
lilac, 'Jocee' and hefted it up. Resisted the urge to get a couple of iron
trellises, despite that I needed them for Clematis, and as I was rounding
the middle aisle, I heard a very thick accent (German? Polish? Swedish?)
coming towards me from the wall racks that held the pots and saucers down a
bit.

I looked and saw a small, dark haired woman who was dressed in a really
bright and colorful jacket standing in front of the clay and concrete pots
near the back end with a quizzical look on her face. "Do Vu Vork heeere??"
she called out to me, smiling.......I grinned back at her and replied, "I
USED to, can I help you with something?" And she wagged her head, the dark
curly hair flying all over, and she said "ya, ya, I needs somevonne to hep
me reach this BEOUTIFUL planter that izz so high uup" I had a laugh and
said no problem, and left my cart and went to her. The nursery employee
wasn't anywhere to be seen, and knowing hours were cut and he or she was
probably doing other things inside for the inside lawn and garden
department, it wasn't a problem.

She pointed to a cast concrete container that had a green patina and
exclaimed "DIS IZZ SOOOOOO GEORGIOUS!!!! Is a shame it's made in China, no?
But I loves it verry muuch. It's verrry heavy please be ____ I can't spell
the word she said, I suspect it was careful in her native tongue, but I was
just enjoying myself. It never fails to amuse me that this is what I've
always done. No matter if I work there or not. If it's a plant question, or
helping someone, I just jump in and do it and have a blast doing it!

She proceeded to small talk in her very thick accent as I reached up to the
shelf above me and carefully pulled the container down where I could get a
good handle on it. Then as she took it from me as I got it to a more level
position (I'm only 5' 4" tall, she was MUCH shorter! LOL) I asked
her......"do you have a blender?" When she nodded and said she used hers to
mix her husband's juices, I laughed and told her that if she knew where to
find some growing moss (and she nodded again and said her woods where her
house was had mosses growing and she'd just taken a walk to see what was
waking up and the mosses were greening nicely) and get some buttermilk at
the grocery store, (she nodded again and said that buttermilk wasn't the
same here, and we both agreed on that one, but I assured her the lower fat
buttermilk didn't matter) she could throw the moss and buttermilk into the
blender and puree it up all smooth like a green milkshake and get an old
paint brush and paint the outside of this pot with the stuff and she'd have
moss growing on it for real instead of just the greenish patina. She was
thrilled...........and said the store was her next stop. LOL

We parted as she thanked me profusely, and I made my way back to my cart to
leave before I succumbed to purchases I had no business making. All thru
the store I kept running into former co-workers who greeted and hugged me,
making me feel happy and sad at the same time. There are really good people
at this store, but there are also some things going on that make decent
people a little bit nuts......I left for my own reasons. But everyone of my
friends asked the same thing.....was I returning. sigh.............no, but
you never know, if I can get past the politics of the place and some of the
bullshit that I seem to be getting too old for lately....................

I found myself checking out behind this little woman and she perked back up
and asked if she could hug me, which I never turn down a good hug, and we
swapped a nice affection, and she told the cashier (who used to be one of my
bosses) that "this voman, she is remarkable, she leaped up and helped me to
reach this pot and she doesn't even vork here!" We had a nice chuckle, and
the cashier said that this was one of the reasons they missed me, that I
still had former customers that inquired about where I was even months later
since I'd left there.

I made out pretty well on the fertilizers and pot, more than I figured on,
and got two more hugs on my way out the door, and made my way towards the
van to put my booty inside. The little lady was struggling with her stuff
at HER car, and I asked if I could help her again, she laughed and said if I
would, she'd be most grateful, and she couldn't believe how kind and
friendly people were in Tennessee. I told her that a lot of us are this way,
but not all, and she said where she came from, people sometimes
were.......was the word suspicious? and I said it probably was....but she
said my nature was most refreshing. That made me feel pretty good to think
that I am still the ol' madgardener or Maddie that people wonder about. I
helped her lift the heavy pot out of the cart and I passed it to her where
she got it into the back of her vehicle, then we said our goodbye's and she
said she hoped she'd see me again, whereupon I assured her we'd probably run
into each other when the plants came in during true spring.

The ride home was reflective, and as I drove almost automatically, the same
route I had run for two and a half years (and actually more, as this route
to town was one of my more favorite ones that I've written about now for
several years) I realized there was all sorts of spring sign. Evergreen
trees had new candles on them and new green on the tips, I could see tufts
of various green's of mystery plants that would later reveal themselves as
Mom Nature revealed them. The day was waning down and I passed more
pastures where more turkeys were grazing and scratching around for food.
Their helmet shaped bodies were closer together, and it was easy to spot the
old Tom who was watching over his hens.

The temperatures were dropping, but it was still pleasant enough that I put
the passenger side down halfway and enjoyed the brisk wind that whipped thru
the van. Once I got to the hilltop that drops down thru the woods and leads
towards my dead-end road, I coasted around the hooking curve, watching for
signs of our own turkeys that resided between the woods and pastures that
surround me, and shot up the asphalt road. The sad knobby remains of the
ancient Forsythia's were quietly waiting for warmer days to astonish the old
man who had whacked them so brutally, and I slowed down to park and walk
over towards one of his side pastures to greet the old donkey he has.
Barney came up to me and voiced his recognition of me, and allowed me to rub
his rough muzzle, and I spoke quietly to him.

Ever since I helped him out of the tangle of the front woods one day when he
broke out and went AWOL, he's been friendlier towards me. He doesn't like
Sugar, and seems to like Sméagol better, but today he didn't have to look
out for either dog. He seemed to love the extra attention, and after a bit,
I told him I was off, and climbed back into the van. He voiced his protests
by braying at me forlornly as I headed homewards.

I always stop at the top of the ridge where the paved road ends at Miz
Mary's house and the incredible view, and gazed towards English Mountain.
The clouds were slate gray, and the ridges and layers of the Smokies were
all thick with white. Yesterday they had received several inches of snow,
and it wasn't over for them yet. All week we're in for high's of 40's and
low's of 20's and chances all week of snows. Those upper elevations will
get any chances while I'll probably just get cold and flurries. The blue
gray clouds slid greasily around the treetops and hillsides and headed
further eastwards into North Carolina, and as I swung around the circular
driveway that Miz Mary has with the wonderful island garden with the
dogwoods, azalea's, candytuft, phlox,tulips and assorted plants and shrubs
(in true spring), I did what I always do.....I put it into reverse and went
the several hundred feet backwards down my driveway, slowed at the gate and
tired Zebra grasses and then aimed the van to the second "doorway" of my
side western yard, where I popped open the side doors and unloaded the booty
of fertlizers onto the shelves that my other gardening friend had helped me
organize last late spring.

The heavy glazed pot I placed carefully on top of the large retaining wall
I'd built around the BBQ fountain garden next to the squat clay pot planted
in colorful Bolero pansies that are shining brightly in the only colors
there are besides greens and tans. The blue was refreshing. I find myself
thinking I should have gotten TWO of them for the price of
one.............shame on me LOL

As I get in, the dogs catch wind and sounds of me and start howling their
greetings at me thru the walls and at every door, and as I park in front of
the eastern end fairy bed, I head Sméagol voicing his pleasure that "mama's
home!!!!". I grabbed the mail (new Fine Gardening magazine! woo hoo!! and
wonderful seed catalogs from Peter Sutton (thanks! Peter!) that already
threaten to drive me nuts just enjoying them..... get the 'Jocee' lilac that
is quietly sitting under the Sorbaria and baby dogwood that has FIVE
BUDS!!!!! (this will be her FIRST YEAR TO BLOOM!!!!!!!!!!and I can't wait to
see what color her blossoms will be...) the Cornelian Cherry has opened a
few blush balls with the overloaded sulphur yellow fairy flowers, despite
the cold temperatures. It's always the first to bloom, even before the
Hellebore.

I carry 'Jocee' to the western side and put her gently inside the glazed pot
just to sit until I can fill it with rich compost later on, and turn to see
Sugar's head poking out of the cat door. It always tickles me to see the
dog's head sticking out like mounted dawgs.......Rose started it, and Sugar
caught on quickly when she came into the family, and once Sméagol figured it
out, he too, sticks his head out to sniff and see what's going on. I spoke
to her and she popped back inside, to be replaced by Sméagol, who clunked
his pointy little head in excitement as he ran towards the front door to
meet me first.

Squire was in his comfy chair (OH NOOOOOO, not the COMFY
CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and remarked that my torture of the dawgs was most
impolite, as they had been moping about the house ever since they discovered
I'd given them the slip. I handed him the new collars and decided he could
put them on the "kids" as I took off me coat and got another glass of tea.
Discovered back in my nook that there is a tiiiiny little bit of green on
the stubb of the 'Green and Gold' oxalis that Pester's broke off in one of
his more menacing feline moments when he discovered that my nook window was
southwards and warm one day. Once he broke it off and I wailed about it, I
feared I had lost the plant. But Logee's assured me I should give the plant
and little stick that was left a chance to regenerate and sure
enough.....weeks later, there is the smallest sign of life, I may not have
to replace the plant after all. But Pest is grounded and restricted from
enjoying this spot from here on. The other oxalis, "Rubra" resembles a
small Redbud tree and the 'Green and Gold' looked for all the world like a
small silver and green variegated shrub that produced more yellow trumpet
fairy flowers than the 'Rubra' did (whose own flowers are yellow as well,
and most handsome with the burgundy heart shaped leaves).

The Rex Begonia had perked up from the watering with fish water and I
checked on the other Rexes and they too were responding to the fish water.
Settle down with my iced tea and here I am.......reporting that all is back
to normal, I'm packing for the trip up east and looking forwards to a visit
with a great garden buddy. Who knows? Maybe we can get into some "bare
nursery" trouble while I'm up there! LOL

Thanks for letting me share this little moment. I am looking forwards to
updating you on Fairy Holler since now the Hellebore are waking up and
setting more and more blossom buds.

madgardener, up on the cold ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking English
Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36


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Then I made the wrongful decision to go outside into the deserted garden
center and see what was on the tables. Shouldn't have.....


Maddie, that excuse is never going to stand up in court. You knew
what would happen, we all did. Extensive research carried out in scores
of deserted winter garden centres has proved time and time again, in
front of independent witnesses, that the addict will always find some
way of gratifying their cravings.

Janet. (doing cold turkey)




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Hey Maddie, are you going to be in Virginia?

Callen in VA

"madgardener" wrote in message
...
I had a wonderful day just tooling around today....................We got

an
unexpected message from Squire's job wanting him to drive 468 miles to get
his new semi-truck and get him back to work, and after making all the
appropriate arrangements for transporting son, whose taxi is his mom, I
slipped the dawgs, left them bewildered and with "daddy" and headed down

and
out into the countryside and towards the town nearby to conduct some last
minute preparations for the trip.

This is going to be a wonderful adventure, as I'll be able to see one of

my
gardening newsgroup friends, Pottingshed, aka Bev. She decided a few

years
ago after reading some of my posts, that she just HAD to meet me, and
snarfed up her granddaughter who she kept alot for her daughter while she
worked, (the girl was 6) and came down to Tennessee from Virginia for a
week's visit and a sleep on my futon. We had a blast and made fast

friends,
proving my theory that almost all gardeners are really neat people. (I've
had the blessing and pleasure to meet a few of the friend's I've made over
the almost 8 years I've contributed and learned from rec.gardens. I
consider them life friends!)

After the go-ahead from Pottingshed that me and the dawgs were welcome

after
I kick Squire out at the terminal, I realized there were a few small

things
to take care of before I flitter off. Oil change for the van, collar's

for
the beasties for their leashes. Sméagol has such a thin neck, and the
Dollar Store has nylon collars that snap for $1, and Sugar despite her

being
paranoid, needed something that didn't slip off her neck either.

On the way down my favorite route and winding country road towards
Morristown, I saw pastures near woods that had numerous flocks of tightly
huddled and pecking wild turkeys. One pasture had at least 60 of them as
they scratched near a roll of hay the owner had left for his horses. It
lifted my heart to see them, and made me laugh as I realized they were
totally oblivious to cars passing just a few feet from them below. (the
pasture I saw these in rose from the road).

The day was overcast and gray, and the feel of it was a cool late winter
day. 45oF and comfortable, but needing a coat in case the temperatures
dropped, I wound my way down the road, which stretches about 12 miles from
my house to the small hidden parkway. Everywhere I saw green growth

poking
up thru tan grasses and landscapes, and noticed individual homes where the
owners had been mulching little beds with concrete edgers around trees and
such. The spring fever was evident as I saw several yards that had been
obviously tended to and had a small pang of guilt as I realized I should
have been home ripping Vinca............

I'll tell ya' what, though, the Vinca is more tenacious and evil than I

ever
imagined. I found a large clump of it intent on conquering my woods near
the northeastern drop off the other day that took me completely by

surprise.
I have way more to tear out than ever I thought. But enough of that. I
accomplished the mechanical portion of my errands, hit the bank on my way

to
get myself a rather large container of sweet iced tea with extra lemon
slices (in the South, you can almost always buy sweet iced tea at any

time)
for my "fuel", and then decided to go back to the Lowe's where I used to
work to see if I could find a small pot of "Brasil" variegated

philodendrum
to take with me.

I should never have stopped. I had forgotten that February is the time

they
pull the old stock and put it on racks and reduce the price hugely. I
specifically wanted to also replenish the thistle seed for the finches, as
the little buggers have discovered both feeding stations I've made for the
winged warriors.

Once I got into the greenhouse and perused the plants, I realized they
didn't have what I was looking for, but oh lordy...........there were

three
green racks over six foot loaded with reduced stock like fertilizers,
rooting hormones, bonemeal, tomato blossom spray, Camelia and Rhoddie
fertilizers and such. Up top of the rack, I spotted some Organic granular
fertilizers for Flowers and Vegetables marked down to rediculous, and not
having a cart, decided to take the plunge and take all they had. That was
five bags of three pounds each bag of granular fertilizer for $3. Marked
down significantly, I might add making it a bargain.

I got the thistle seed, resisted the urge to get the larger bag, after

doing
the math and figuring out I wasn't saving money, and moved towards the
greenhouse. Tippy toe and snag the bags, and heard my name called, and
turned to see former co-workers working and moving new stock who had

spotted
me and my orange garden hat with the white flowers. We greeted and hugged
and I got the usual questions....where you been? whatcha been doin'? We
miss you....you coming back?? things of that nature. Then I bowed out to
let them get on with their scrambling as pre-Spring is madness around

Lowes.

Then I made the wrongful decision to go outside into the deserted garden
center and see what was on the tables. Shouldn't have.............nope.
ALL their glazed ceramic pots of various assorted sizes were marked down
50%, as well as iron trellises and iron hooks and such. They do this

every
two years for the new line of merchandise, and the last time I made out

with
bargains, I was new and just working there. This time it was heavy, clay
glazed pots, no fiberglass or coated styrofoam ones that were outrageously
expensive when they first came. I spotted a beautiful deep blue five

gallon
one that I thought would be just perfect for a home for the reblooming
lilac, 'Jocee' and hefted it up. Resisted the urge to get a couple of

iron
trellises, despite that I needed them for Clematis, and as I was rounding
the middle aisle, I heard a very thick accent (German? Polish? Swedish?)
coming towards me from the wall racks that held the pots and saucers down

a
bit.

I looked and saw a small, dark haired woman who was dressed in a really
bright and colorful jacket standing in front of the clay and concrete pots
near the back end with a quizzical look on her face. "Do Vu Vork

heeere??"
she called out to me, smiling.......I grinned back at her and replied, "I
USED to, can I help you with something?" And she wagged her head, the

dark
curly hair flying all over, and she said "ya, ya, I needs somevonne to hep
me reach this BEOUTIFUL planter that izz so high uup" I had a laugh and
said no problem, and left my cart and went to her. The nursery employee
wasn't anywhere to be seen, and knowing hours were cut and he or she was
probably doing other things inside for the inside lawn and garden
department, it wasn't a problem.

She pointed to a cast concrete container that had a green patina and
exclaimed "DIS IZZ SOOOOOO GEORGIOUS!!!! Is a shame it's made in China,

no?
But I loves it verry muuch. It's verrry heavy please be ____ I can't spell
the word she said, I suspect it was careful in her native tongue, but I

was
just enjoying myself. It never fails to amuse me that this is what I've
always done. No matter if I work there or not. If it's a plant question,

or
helping someone, I just jump in and do it and have a blast doing it!

She proceeded to small talk in her very thick accent as I reached up to

the
shelf above me and carefully pulled the container down where I could get a
good handle on it. Then as she took it from me as I got it to a more

level
position (I'm only 5' 4" tall, she was MUCH shorter! LOL) I asked
her......"do you have a blender?" When she nodded and said she used hers

to
mix her husband's juices, I laughed and told her that if she knew where to
find some growing moss (and she nodded again and said her woods where her
house was had mosses growing and she'd just taken a walk to see what was
waking up and the mosses were greening nicely) and get some buttermilk at
the grocery store, (she nodded again and said that buttermilk wasn't the
same here, and we both agreed on that one, but I assured her the lower fat
buttermilk didn't matter) she could throw the moss and buttermilk into the
blender and puree it up all smooth like a green milkshake and get an old
paint brush and paint the outside of this pot with the stuff and she'd

have
moss growing on it for real instead of just the greenish patina. She was
thrilled...........and said the store was her next stop. LOL

We parted as she thanked me profusely, and I made my way back to my cart

to
leave before I succumbed to purchases I had no business making. All thru
the store I kept running into former co-workers who greeted and hugged me,
making me feel happy and sad at the same time. There are really good

people
at this store, but there are also some things going on that make decent
people a little bit nuts......I left for my own reasons. But everyone of

my
friends asked the same thing.....was I returning. sigh.............no, but
you never know, if I can get past the politics of the place and some of

the
bullshit that I seem to be getting too old for lately....................

I found myself checking out behind this little woman and she perked back

up
and asked if she could hug me, which I never turn down a good hug, and we
swapped a nice affection, and she told the cashier (who used to be one of

my
bosses) that "this voman, she is remarkable, she leaped up and helped me

to
reach this pot and she doesn't even vork here!" We had a nice chuckle,

and
the cashier said that this was one of the reasons they missed me, that I


still had former customers that inquired about where I was even months

later
since I'd left there.

I made out pretty well on the fertilizers and pot, more than I figured on,
and got two more hugs on my way out the door, and made my way towards the
van to put my booty inside. The little lady was struggling with her stuff
at HER car, and I asked if I could help her again, she laughed and said if

I
would, she'd be most grateful, and she couldn't believe how kind and
friendly people were in Tennessee. I told her that a lot of us are this

way,
but not all, and she said where she came from, people sometimes
were.......was the word suspicious? and I said it probably was....but she
said my nature was most refreshing. That made me feel pretty good to

think
that I am still the ol' madgardener or Maddie that people wonder about. I
helped her lift the heavy pot out of the cart and I passed it to her where
she got it into the back of her vehicle, then we said our goodbye's and

she
said she hoped she'd see me again, whereupon I assured her we'd probably

run
into each other when the plants came in during true spring.

The ride home was reflective, and as I drove almost automatically, the

same
route I had run for two and a half years (and actually more, as this route
to town was one of my more favorite ones that I've written about now for
several years) I realized there was all sorts of spring sign. Evergreen
trees had new candles on them and new green on the tips, I could see tufts
of various green's of mystery plants that would later reveal themselves as
Mom Nature revealed them. The day was waning down and I passed more
pastures where more turkeys were grazing and scratching around for food.
Their helmet shaped bodies were closer together, and it was easy to spot

the
old Tom who was watching over his hens.

The temperatures were dropping, but it was still pleasant enough that I

put
the passenger side down halfway and enjoyed the brisk wind that whipped

thru
the van. Once I got to the hilltop that drops down thru the woods and

leads
towards my dead-end road, I coasted around the hooking curve, watching for
signs of our own turkeys that resided between the woods and pastures that
surround me, and shot up the asphalt road. The sad knobby remains of the
ancient Forsythia's were quietly waiting for warmer days to astonish the

old
man who had whacked them so brutally, and I slowed down to park and walk
over towards one of his side pastures to greet the old donkey he has.
Barney came up to me and voiced his recognition of me, and allowed me to

rub
his rough muzzle, and I spoke quietly to him.

Ever since I helped him out of the tangle of the front woods one day when

he
broke out and went AWOL, he's been friendlier towards me. He doesn't like
Sugar, and seems to like Sméagol better, but today he didn't have to look
out for either dog. He seemed to love the extra attention, and after a

bit,
I told him I was off, and climbed back into the van. He voiced his

protests
by braying at me forlornly as I headed homewards.

I always stop at the top of the ridge where the paved road ends at Miz
Mary's house and the incredible view, and gazed towards English Mountain.
The clouds were slate gray, and the ridges and layers of the Smokies were
all thick with white. Yesterday they had received several inches of snow,
and it wasn't over for them yet. All week we're in for high's of 40's and
low's of 20's and chances all week of snows. Those upper elevations will
get any chances while I'll probably just get cold and flurries. The blue
gray clouds slid greasily around the treetops and hillsides and headed
further eastwards into North Carolina, and as I swung around the circular
driveway that Miz Mary has with the wonderful island garden with the
dogwoods, azalea's, candytuft, phlox,tulips and assorted plants and shrubs
(in true spring), I did what I always do.....I put it into reverse and

went
the several hundred feet backwards down my driveway, slowed at the gate

and
tired Zebra grasses and then aimed the van to the second "doorway" of my
side western yard, where I popped open the side doors and unloaded the

booty
of fertlizers onto the shelves that my other gardening friend had helped

me
organize last late spring.

The heavy glazed pot I placed carefully on top of the large retaining wall
I'd built around the BBQ fountain garden next to the squat clay pot

planted
in colorful Bolero pansies that are shining brightly in the only colors
there are besides greens and tans. The blue was refreshing. I find

myself
thinking I should have gotten TWO of them for the price of
one.............shame on me LOL

As I get in, the dogs catch wind and sounds of me and start howling their
greetings at me thru the walls and at every door, and as I park in front

of
the eastern end fairy bed, I head Sméagol voicing his pleasure that

"mama's
home!!!!". I grabbed the mail (new Fine Gardening magazine! woo hoo!! and
wonderful seed catalogs from Peter Sutton (thanks! Peter!) that already
threaten to drive me nuts just enjoying them..... get the 'Jocee' lilac

that
is quietly sitting under the Sorbaria and baby dogwood that has FIVE
BUDS!!!!! (this will be her FIRST YEAR TO BLOOM!!!!!!!!!!and I can't wait

to
see what color her blossoms will be...) the Cornelian Cherry has opened a
few blush balls with the overloaded sulphur yellow fairy flowers, despite
the cold temperatures. It's always the first to bloom, even before the
Hellebore.

I carry 'Jocee' to the western side and put her gently inside the glazed

pot
just to sit until I can fill it with rich compost later on, and turn to

see
Sugar's head poking out of the cat door. It always tickles me to see the
dog's head sticking out like mounted dawgs.......Rose started it, and

Sugar
caught on quickly when she came into the family, and once Sméagol figured

it
out, he too, sticks his head out to sniff and see what's going on. I

spoke
to her and she popped back inside, to be replaced by Sméagol, who clunked
his pointy little head in excitement as he ran towards the front door to
meet me first.

Squire was in his comfy chair (OH NOOOOOO, not the COMFY
CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and remarked that my torture of the dawgs was most
impolite, as they had been moping about the house ever since they

discovered
I'd given them the slip. I handed him the new collars and decided he

could
put them on the "kids" as I took off me coat and got another glass of tea.
Discovered back in my nook that there is a tiiiiny little bit of green on
the stubb of the 'Green and Gold' oxalis that Pester's broke off in one of
his more menacing feline moments when he discovered that my nook window

was
southwards and warm one day. Once he broke it off and I wailed about it,

I
feared I had lost the plant. But Logee's assured me I should give the

plant
and little stick that was left a chance to regenerate and sure
enough.....weeks later, there is the smallest sign of life, I may not have
to replace the plant after all. But Pest is grounded and restricted from
enjoying this spot from here on. The other oxalis, "Rubra" resembles a
small Redbud tree and the 'Green and Gold' looked for all the world like a
small silver and green variegated shrub that produced more yellow trumpet
fairy flowers than the 'Rubra' did (whose own flowers are yellow as well,
and most handsome with the burgundy heart shaped leaves).

The Rex Begonia had perked up from the watering with fish water and I
checked on the other Rexes and they too were responding to the fish water.
Settle down with my iced tea and here I am.......reporting that all is

back
to normal, I'm packing for the trip up east and looking forwards to a

visit
with a great garden buddy. Who knows? Maybe we can get into some "bare
nursery" trouble while I'm up there! LOL

Thanks for letting me share this little moment. I am looking forwards to
updating you on Fairy Holler since now the Hellebore are waking up and
setting more and more blossom buds.

madgardener, up on the cold ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking

English
Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36






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Hey Maddie, are you going to be in Virginia?

Please can you snip!! Not everybody opens posts individually and sees
just the top bit.

There's no need to repost all of that just to add one line - in fact,
there was no need to repost any of it since it wasn't at all related to
what you added.
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Oh, for goodness sake. I top post one time and forget to snip, and the net
police come out.

Don't worry, I'll snip uk.rec.gardening next time I feel so egregiously
inclined.

Callen in VA

"Kay" wrote in message
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Callen Molenda writes
Hey Maddie, are you going to be in Virginia?

Please can you snip!! Not everybody opens posts individually and sees
just the top bit.

There's no need to repost all of that just to add one line - in fact,
there was no need to repost any of it since it wasn't at all related to
what you added.
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Oh, for goodness sake. I top post one time and forget to snip, and the net
police come out.


That's a bit of an over reaction isn't it? My request was perfectly
politely phrased. You're very welcome here, but in-line posting and
snipping is the convention of the group. Unless you've followed the
group before posting, how are you to know unless someone tells you?


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Kay wrote:
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politely phrased. You're very welcome here, but in-line posting and
snipping is the convention of the group. Unless you've followed the
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madgardener wrote:
I had a wonderful day just tooling around today....................We got
an

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Who says that Americans speak (or even write) English?


I speak Southern.......................................... ......g
madgardener


Guess I should have placed a smiley after my comment. I am fascinated by
the differences in American and UK English, not just the spelling but
the words. Blacktop, pavement, elevator, f**ny and finally jeet. All
words in an American/English dictionary written by a Brit when we worked
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yes, I am here now...........Pottingshed (Bev) just WON'T Let me leave! LOL
maddie
"Callen Molenda" wrote in message
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Hey Maddie, are you going to be in Virginia?

Callen in VA

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I had a wonderful day just tooling around today....................We

got
an
unexpected message from Squire's job wanting him to drive 468 miles to

get
his new semi-truck and get him back to work, and after making all the
appropriate arrangements for transporting son, whose taxi is his mom, I
slipped the dawgs, left them bewildered and with "daddy" and headed down

and
out into the countryside and towards the town nearby to conduct some

last
minute preparations for the trip.

This is going to be a wonderful adventure, as I'll be able to see one of

my
gardening newsgroup friends, Pottingshed, aka Bev. She decided a few

years
ago after reading some of my posts, that she just HAD to meet me, and
snarfed up her granddaughter who she kept alot for her daughter while

she
worked, (the girl was 6) and came down to Tennessee from Virginia for a
week's visit and a sleep on my futon. We had a blast and made fast

friends,
proving my theory that almost all gardeners are really neat people.

(I've
had the blessing and pleasure to meet a few of the friend's I've made

over
the almost 8 years I've contributed and learned from rec.gardens. I
consider them life friends!)

After the go-ahead from Pottingshed that me and the dawgs were welcome

after
I kick Squire out at the terminal, I realized there were a few small

things
to take care of before I flitter off. Oil change for the van, collar's

for
the beasties for their leashes. Sméagol has such a thin neck, and the
Dollar Store has nylon collars that snap for $1, and Sugar despite her

being
paranoid, needed something that didn't slip off her neck either.

On the way down my favorite route and winding country road towards
Morristown, I saw pastures near woods that had numerous flocks of

tightly
huddled and pecking wild turkeys. One pasture had at least 60 of them

as
they scratched near a roll of hay the owner had left for his horses. It
lifted my heart to see them, and made me laugh as I realized they were
totally oblivious to cars passing just a few feet from them below. (the
pasture I saw these in rose from the road).

The day was overcast and gray, and the feel of it was a cool late winter
day. 45oF and comfortable, but needing a coat in case the temperatures
dropped, I wound my way down the road, which stretches about 12 miles

from
my house to the small hidden parkway. Everywhere I saw green growth

poking
up thru tan grasses and landscapes, and noticed individual homes where

the
owners had been mulching little beds with concrete edgers around trees

and
such. The spring fever was evident as I saw several yards that had been
obviously tended to and had a small pang of guilt as I realized I should
have been home ripping Vinca............

I'll tell ya' what, though, the Vinca is more tenacious and evil than I

ever
imagined. I found a large clump of it intent on conquering my woods

near
the northeastern drop off the other day that took me completely by

surprise.
I have way more to tear out than ever I thought. But enough of that. I
accomplished the mechanical portion of my errands, hit the bank on my

way
to
get myself a rather large container of sweet iced tea with extra lemon
slices (in the South, you can almost always buy sweet iced tea at any

time)
for my "fuel", and then decided to go back to the Lowe's where I used to
work to see if I could find a small pot of "Brasil" variegated

philodendrum
to take with me.

I should never have stopped. I had forgotten that February is the time

they
pull the old stock and put it on racks and reduce the price hugely. I
specifically wanted to also replenish the thistle seed for the finches,

as
the little buggers have discovered both feeding stations I've made for

the
winged warriors.

Once I got into the greenhouse and perused the plants, I realized they
didn't have what I was looking for, but oh lordy...........there were

three
green racks over six foot loaded with reduced stock like fertilizers,
rooting hormones, bonemeal, tomato blossom spray, Camelia and Rhoddie
fertilizers and such. Up top of the rack, I spotted some Organic

granular
fertilizers for Flowers and Vegetables marked down to rediculous, and

not
having a cart, decided to take the plunge and take all they had. That

was
five bags of three pounds each bag of granular fertilizer for $3.

Marked
down significantly, I might add making it a bargain.

I got the thistle seed, resisted the urge to get the larger bag, after

doing
the math and figuring out I wasn't saving money, and moved towards the
greenhouse. Tippy toe and snag the bags, and heard my name called, and
turned to see former co-workers working and moving new stock who had

spotted
me and my orange garden hat with the white flowers. We greeted and

hugged
and I got the usual questions....where you been? whatcha been doin'? We
miss you....you coming back?? things of that nature. Then I bowed out

to
let them get on with their scrambling as pre-Spring is madness around

Lowes.

Then I made the wrongful decision to go outside into the deserted garden
center and see what was on the tables. Shouldn't have.............nope.
ALL their glazed ceramic pots of various assorted sizes were marked down
50%, as well as iron trellises and iron hooks and such. They do this

every
two years for the new line of merchandise, and the last time I made out

with
bargains, I was new and just working there. This time it was heavy,

clay
glazed pots, no fiberglass or coated styrofoam ones that were

outrageously
expensive when they first came. I spotted a beautiful deep blue five

gallon
one that I thought would be just perfect for a home for the reblooming
lilac, 'Jocee' and hefted it up. Resisted the urge to get a couple of

iron
trellises, despite that I needed them for Clematis, and as I was

rounding
the middle aisle, I heard a very thick accent (German? Polish? Swedish?)
coming towards me from the wall racks that held the pots and saucers

down
a
bit.

I looked and saw a small, dark haired woman who was dressed in a really
bright and colorful jacket standing in front of the clay and concrete

pots
near the back end with a quizzical look on her face. "Do Vu Vork

heeere??"
she called out to me, smiling.......I grinned back at her and replied,

"I
USED to, can I help you with something?" And she wagged her head, the

dark
curly hair flying all over, and she said "ya, ya, I needs somevonne to

hep
me reach this BEOUTIFUL planter that izz so high uup" I had a laugh and
said no problem, and left my cart and went to her. The nursery employee
wasn't anywhere to be seen, and knowing hours were cut and he or she was
probably doing other things inside for the inside lawn and garden
department, it wasn't a problem.

She pointed to a cast concrete container that had a green patina and
exclaimed "DIS IZZ SOOOOOO GEORGIOUS!!!! Is a shame it's made in China,

no?
But I loves it verry muuch. It's verrry heavy please be ____ I can't

spell
the word she said, I suspect it was careful in her native tongue, but I

was
just enjoying myself. It never fails to amuse me that this is what I've
always done. No matter if I work there or not. If it's a plant

question,
or
helping someone, I just jump in and do it and have a blast doing it!

She proceeded to small talk in her very thick accent as I reached up to

the
shelf above me and carefully pulled the container down where I could get

a
good handle on it. Then as she took it from me as I got it to a more

level
position (I'm only 5' 4" tall, she was MUCH shorter! LOL) I asked
her......"do you have a blender?" When she nodded and said she used

hers
to
mix her husband's juices, I laughed and told her that if she knew where

to
find some growing moss (and she nodded again and said her woods where

her
house was had mosses growing and she'd just taken a walk to see what was
waking up and the mosses were greening nicely) and get some buttermilk

at
the grocery store, (she nodded again and said that buttermilk wasn't the
same here, and we both agreed on that one, but I assured her the lower

fat
buttermilk didn't matter) she could throw the moss and buttermilk into

the
blender and puree it up all smooth like a green milkshake and get an old
paint brush and paint the outside of this pot with the stuff and she'd

have
moss growing on it for real instead of just the greenish patina. She

was
thrilled...........and said the store was her next stop. LOL

We parted as she thanked me profusely, and I made my way back to my cart

to
leave before I succumbed to purchases I had no business making. All

thru
the store I kept running into former co-workers who greeted and hugged

me,
making me feel happy and sad at the same time. There are really good

people
at this store, but there are also some things going on that make decent
people a little bit nuts......I left for my own reasons. But everyone

of
my
friends asked the same thing.....was I returning. sigh.............no,

but
you never know, if I can get past the politics of the place and some of

the
bullshit that I seem to be getting too old for

lately....................

I found myself checking out behind this little woman and she perked back

up
and asked if she could hug me, which I never turn down a good hug, and

we
swapped a nice affection, and she told the cashier (who used to be one

of
my
bosses) that "this voman, she is remarkable, she leaped up and helped me

to
reach this pot and she doesn't even vork here!" We had a nice chuckle,

and
the cashier said that this was one of the reasons they missed me, that I


still had former customers that inquired about where I was even months

later
since I'd left there.

I made out pretty well on the fertilizers and pot, more than I figured

on,
and got two more hugs on my way out the door, and made my way towards

the
van to put my booty inside. The little lady was struggling with her

stuff
at HER car, and I asked if I could help her again, she laughed and said

if
I
would, she'd be most grateful, and she couldn't believe how kind and
friendly people were in Tennessee. I told her that a lot of us are this

way,
but not all, and she said where she came from, people sometimes
were.......was the word suspicious? and I said it probably was....but

she
said my nature was most refreshing. That made me feel pretty good to

think
that I am still the ol' madgardener or Maddie that people wonder about.

I
helped her lift the heavy pot out of the cart and I passed it to her

where
she got it into the back of her vehicle, then we said our goodbye's and

she
said she hoped she'd see me again, whereupon I assured her we'd probably

run
into each other when the plants came in during true spring.

The ride home was reflective, and as I drove almost automatically, the

same
route I had run for two and a half years (and actually more, as this

route
to town was one of my more favorite ones that I've written about now for
several years) I realized there was all sorts of spring sign. Evergreen


trees had new candles on them and new green on the tips, I could see

tufts
of various green's of mystery plants that would later reveal themselves

as
Mom Nature revealed them. The day was waning down and I passed more
pastures where more turkeys were grazing and scratching around for food.
Their helmet shaped bodies were closer together, and it was easy to spot

the
old Tom who was watching over his hens.

The temperatures were dropping, but it was still pleasant enough that I

put
the passenger side down halfway and enjoyed the brisk wind that whipped

thru
the van. Once I got to the hilltop that drops down thru the woods and

leads
towards my dead-end road, I coasted around the hooking curve, watching

for
signs of our own turkeys that resided between the woods and pastures

that
surround me, and shot up the asphalt road. The sad knobby remains of

the
ancient Forsythia's were quietly waiting for warmer days to astonish the

old
man who had whacked them so brutally, and I slowed down to park and walk
over towards one of his side pastures to greet the old donkey he has.
Barney came up to me and voiced his recognition of me, and allowed me to

rub
his rough muzzle, and I spoke quietly to him.

Ever since I helped him out of the tangle of the front woods one day

when
he
broke out and went AWOL, he's been friendlier towards me. He doesn't

like
Sugar, and seems to like Sméagol better, but today he didn't have to

look
out for either dog. He seemed to love the extra attention, and after a

bit,
I told him I was off, and climbed back into the van. He voiced his

protests
by braying at me forlornly as I headed homewards.

I always stop at the top of the ridge where the paved road ends at Miz
Mary's house and the incredible view, and gazed towards English

Mountain.
The clouds were slate gray, and the ridges and layers of the Smokies

were
all thick with white. Yesterday they had received several inches of

snow,
and it wasn't over for them yet. All week we're in for high's of 40's

and
low's of 20's and chances all week of snows. Those upper elevations

will
get any chances while I'll probably just get cold and flurries. The

blue
gray clouds slid greasily around the treetops and hillsides and headed
further eastwards into North Carolina, and as I swung around the

circular
driveway that Miz Mary has with the wonderful island garden with the
dogwoods, azalea's, candytuft, phlox,tulips and assorted plants and

shrubs
(in true spring), I did what I always do.....I put it into reverse and

went
the several hundred feet backwards down my driveway, slowed at the gate

and
tired Zebra grasses and then aimed the van to the second "doorway" of my
side western yard, where I popped open the side doors and unloaded the

booty
of fertlizers onto the shelves that my other gardening friend had helped

me
organize last late spring.

The heavy glazed pot I placed carefully on top of the large retaining

wall
I'd built around the BBQ fountain garden next to the squat clay pot

planted
in colorful Bolero pansies that are shining brightly in the only colors
there are besides greens and tans. The blue was refreshing. I find

myself
thinking I should have gotten TWO of them for the price of
one.............shame on me LOL

As I get in, the dogs catch wind and sounds of me and start howling

their
greetings at me thru the walls and at every door, and as I park in front

of
the eastern end fairy bed, I head Sméagol voicing his pleasure that

"mama's
home!!!!". I grabbed the mail (new Fine Gardening magazine! woo hoo!!

and
wonderful seed catalogs from Peter Sutton (thanks! Peter!) that already
threaten to drive me nuts just enjoying them..... get the 'Jocee' lilac

that
is quietly sitting under the Sorbaria and baby dogwood that has FIVE
BUDS!!!!! (this will be her FIRST YEAR TO BLOOM!!!!!!!!!!and I can't

wait
to
see what color her blossoms will be...) the Cornelian Cherry has opened

a
few blush balls with the overloaded sulphur yellow fairy flowers,

despite
the cold temperatures. It's always the first to bloom, even before the
Hellebore.

I carry 'Jocee' to the western side and put her gently inside the glazed

pot
just to sit until I can fill it with rich compost later on, and turn to

see
Sugar's head poking out of the cat door. It always tickles me to see

the
dog's head sticking out like mounted dawgs.......Rose started it, and

Sugar
caught on quickly when she came into the family, and once Sméagol

figured
it
out, he too, sticks his head out to sniff and see what's going on. I

spoke
to her and she popped back inside, to be replaced by Sméagol, who

clunked
his pointy little head in excitement as he ran towards the front door to
meet me first.

Squire was in his comfy chair (OH NOOOOOO, not the COMFY
CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and remarked that my torture of the dawgs was

most
impolite, as they had been moping about the house ever since they

discovered
I'd given them the slip. I handed him the new collars and decided he

could
put them on the "kids" as I took off me coat and got another glass of

tea.
Discovered back in my nook that there is a tiiiiny little bit of green

on
the stubb of the 'Green and Gold' oxalis that Pester's broke off in one

of
his more menacing feline moments when he discovered that my nook window

was
southwards and warm one day. Once he broke it off and I wailed about

it,
I
feared I had lost the plant. But Logee's assured me I should give the

plant
and little stick that was left a chance to regenerate and sure
enough.....weeks later, there is the smallest sign of life, I may not

have
to replace the plant after all. But Pest is grounded and restricted

from
enjoying this spot from here on. The other oxalis, "Rubra" resembles a
small Redbud tree and the 'Green and Gold' looked for all the world like

a
small silver and green variegated shrub that produced more yellow

trumpet
fairy flowers than the 'Rubra' did (whose own flowers are yellow as

well,
and most handsome with the burgundy heart shaped leaves).

The Rex Begonia had perked up from the watering with fish water and I
checked on the other Rexes and they too were responding to the fish

water.
Settle down with my iced tea and here I am.......reporting that all is

back
to normal, I'm packing for the trip up east and looking forwards to a

visit
with a great garden buddy. Who knows? Maybe we can get into some "bare
nursery" trouble while I'm up there! LOL

Thanks for letting me share this little moment. I am looking forwards

to
updating you on Fairy Holler since now the Hellebore are waking up and
setting more and more blossom buds.

madgardener, up on the cold ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking

English
Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36






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Beverley writes
yes, I am here now...........Pottingshed (Bev) just WON'T Let me leave! LOL


Pleas, please, please! If you're only adding a small bit to a long post,
please don't re-post the entire thing!
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"Kay" wrote in message
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Beverley writes
yes, I am here now...........Pottingshed (Bev) just WON'T Let me leave!
LOL


Pleas, please, please! If you're only adding a small bit to a long post,
please don't re-post the entire thing!
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Kay


gezus krist on a cracker, Kay, I was at Beverly's (Pottingshed) house, she
has a regular mouse, I was just reading a few posts in a moment of internet,
and it was just easier to answer and send it and I didn't give it a thought
to cut out the text that night. I mean, driving for hours and all, I did
good to even do what I did! lighten up on me! LOL I'm spoiled and have
a roller ball mouse that makes maneuvering very easy on the hands and wrists
and it's nothing for me to cut text
out

Now that I'm back, I'll not be freaking you out by not erasing text before I
reply.....sheesh some people's kids................................g

madgardener up on the picturesque ridge that is sugar coated with fluffy
snow, back in a magical Fairy Holler, overlooking English Mountain in
Eastern Tennessee where there's a hint of wood smoke in the air along with
the crispness of new fallen snow that has scrubbed the air


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madgardener wrote:
Guess I should have placed a smiley after my comment. I am fascinated by
the differences in American and UK English, not just the spelling but the
words. Blacktop, pavement, elevator, f**ny and finally jeet. All words in
an American/English dictionary written by a Brit when we worked with the
Americans many moons ago.


no harm, Broadback......jeet? you mean slang? yeah, I speak in
slang..........I don't do the King's English much......but I also don't do
"ebonic's" either........gbseg there will be more rambles in my tongue
later on, feel free to red pencil it, I never mind ! Heck, I do good now
to put spaces between the thoughts and paragraph it. When I first started,
I was one long, free thought....................................thank
goodness for Zhanataya begging for paragraphs, sentences and spaces for her
"old eyes!" LOL

maddie


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"K" wrote in message
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Oh. i wondered what was at the end of all that but CBA to scroll down
any more and just deleted the item.

Glad I didn't waste my time.


I'm glad you didn't waste your time either, Rusty............I was just on
the internet at a friend's house just checking posts as a curiosity. I
would normally not have done it. I was visiting after all and it wasn't the
time to indulge. I just thought it would be neat to answer quickly that I
was at Bev's house, and as tired as I was, and with her old fashioned mouse,
which I am not used to, I just quickly answered and sent it not thinking of
maneuvering and erasing it before sending. I'll go as far as to apologize
for being tired and not attentive..........


I've given up and added a rule to kill long posts. Means I won't see Mad's
posts, but at least I won't see the three repeats too.

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Kay


and you have that perogative, Kay. I hate that you won't see my posts, but
then, you might not miss anything there either.....I do tend to wax poetic
and ramble on, and I wouldn't want you to be charged for bandwidth that is
unnecessairy and repeticious. If I ever get organized and put together the
book of essay's, I'll have someone to let you know and you can wait until it
comes out in paperback to save money on wasting on a hardback LOL

seriously, I'm sorry you have to go to such extremes because I forgot once
to cut out a post. And I also realize that it's not just me, it's others
who forget who don't have their internet usage regulated by the amount of
text. I was under the assumption that as sophisticated as the internet and
wireless capabilities, satellite and providers and browsers had gotten, it
didn't matter like it did seven years ago. Now excuse me while I climb on
the bicycle and pedal enough electricity to generate enough power to send
this out to you and the two newsgroups.....

maddie up on the ridge, back in fairy holler, overlooking English Mountain
in Eastern Tennessee where I actually have INDOOR PLUMBING !!
roflmao......g


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