Saturday, March 06, 2010

I'm Itching to Garden

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson

But when you're my age you think about gardening.

However I must pause and say that a majority of my relationships found their beginning in the spring. It's just something about this time of year... Women seem to come out of the woodwork... Bathed, perfumed, and ready to rut.

But I'll be busy making furrows in the soil and tenderly placing young onion plants into its moist darkness. I'll be on my knees making rows of greens... Spinach, collards, and kale. I'll lovingly plant wide rows of peas, a patch of garlic, and about 6 feet of leaf lettuce.

The rest of my garden will wait till May, but somehow my spring garden is my favorite... My love.

As a very wise poet once wrote:

I'll keep an eye out down the lane this spring
for some seasoned lass a'strolling,
whose fertile valley needs tending
Still, I'm itching to garden.
--Alfred, Lord Malott



Grammy said...

I think you need to make syrup. Seriously...find a healthy sugar maple tree, stick a pluming pipe into it about two inches and hang a bucket on it. Now's the time!

Malott said...


Have you done this?

Grammy said...

Yes! In Tipton. It works great. The catch is that you have to cook about a gallon of sap down to make a cup of syrup. Don't dilly-dally. Times a-wastin'

(I meant a "plumbing" pipe - about an inch or so in diameter.)