While attending a marriage seminar on communication, Tom and his wife Peg listened to the instructor declare, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other." He asked Tom, "Can you describe your wife's favorite flower?" Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "Pillsbury All-Purpose, isn't it?" The rest of the story is not pleasant. —Author unknown


Naked in the garden: It seems so wrong, but feels so right

It seemed so wrong, but felt so right.

I just had to go naked today.

In the garden. I mean, the garden went naked. What were you thinking?

It’s not even April, but there I was, raking and pulling back the accumulated leaves and other debris that insulate my garden beds over the winter. Normally, I would not exhibit this kind of behavior, no matter how good it felt. It’s just a little too early.

But nature is the wild card in gardening. We had so much snow cover this winter everything looks great. Hellebore leaves are green, not shriveled and sere after wind and ice burns. The roses are already pushing out new leaves from their tips. Sedums, chrysanthemums and many other perennials are up and at ’em. Everything seems way ahead of schedule.

But even more important: We’re supposed to hit 70-degree weather this week. I mean HIGH 70s this Thursday. April Fool! That means everything’s going to go into a wild growth spurt. And they’ll do it whether or not they’re covered up.

Hence, nudity.

I know, I know. Mother Nature could still send frost and snow, wrecking all these budding beauties. But, oh, it did feel good today.

Hellebore in my garden

Hellebore in my garden

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