Good Friday
Apr. 10th, 2009 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyapple27Good Friday bagan with me driving through the wee hours to pick Kent up after his shift ended. At 2:55 am, I met a group of 5 bicycle riders rolling toward Ferguson. It was a bizarre sight; the bikes had headlamps and tail lights, and the cyclists were hidden beneath slickers covered in reflective tape. After I picked up Kent, I got behind them at 3:24 am rolling through the countryside in the dark. I still can't figure out why they didn't get some sleep and travel during the day.
After a little nap, I got up, did the laundry, then went to Duck's to take pics of him discing the garden. It is the local custom to plow the garden before hand, then disc it on Good Friday, weather permitting. It isn't a religious thing, just a habit. The rechargable battery in the expensive camera was dead, so I used the cheap camera. It started raining about dinnertime-that's noon for you non-Southerners, supper is the evening meal.
Before I left Duck and Jeannette's, Jeannette gave me a root sprout of her Old Man's Shirt Button bush. This is a shrub that covers itself with little white double pom-pom blooms before it leafs out in the spring. It is beautiful, and I am happy to have a one.
I did some more indoor work and pestered Momma for info about Beverly's date before going to the greenhouse during a thunderstorm at 8 pm to plant a few flats. Another local custom is to plant something in the garden on Good Friday, usually potatoes. I planted Bells of Ireland, Snowman Marigolds, Spanish Eyes Black-Eyed Susan Vine, and Snowflake Double Perennial Baby's Breath. One of my friends is a Priest of Irish descent who will amused by a gift of Bells of Ireland planted by a Baptist on Good Friday.
I checked on some seeds that I'd planted earlier in the week. My Painted Daisies came up in 4 days. There's about a dozen kinds of zinnias, all sorts of other flowers, and lots of tomatoes. All of the shrubs that I'm trying to propagate have new sprouts. It looks like a good year.
After a little nap, I got up, did the laundry, then went to Duck's to take pics of him discing the garden. It is the local custom to plow the garden before hand, then disc it on Good Friday, weather permitting. It isn't a religious thing, just a habit. The rechargable battery in the expensive camera was dead, so I used the cheap camera. It started raining about dinnertime-that's noon for you non-Southerners, supper is the evening meal.
Before I left Duck and Jeannette's, Jeannette gave me a root sprout of her Old Man's Shirt Button bush. This is a shrub that covers itself with little white double pom-pom blooms before it leafs out in the spring. It is beautiful, and I am happy to have a one.
I did some more indoor work and pestered Momma for info about Beverly's date before going to the greenhouse during a thunderstorm at 8 pm to plant a few flats. Another local custom is to plant something in the garden on Good Friday, usually potatoes. I planted Bells of Ireland, Snowman Marigolds, Spanish Eyes Black-Eyed Susan Vine, and Snowflake Double Perennial Baby's Breath. One of my friends is a Priest of Irish descent who will amused by a gift of Bells of Ireland planted by a Baptist on Good Friday.
I checked on some seeds that I'd planted earlier in the week. My Painted Daisies came up in 4 days. There's about a dozen kinds of zinnias, all sorts of other flowers, and lots of tomatoes. All of the shrubs that I'm trying to propagate have new sprouts. It looks like a good year.
