Knee Deep In Paradise? No, Corn…

Today is my third day of working with fresh corn.  Nothing in the world tastes better than fresh corn!  We prefer white corn over yellow corn, so we planted “Silver Queen”–and boy is it pretty!  Ed should be proud of himself.

It’s been over ten years since I’ve put any corn in the freezer.  I’d forgotten what a chore it is–and it’s not a “one man” job!  Unfortunately, there is only one person here today–me!

Back in the good old days, a group of us would all get together, and we’d  help each other get the corn ready for the freezer.  We’d do my parents corn first, because daddy’s garden always got ready first.  A few days later, we’d all gather at my in-law’s house to do their corn.  It was fun, and the work went faster since there were usually five or six of us helping.  We’d talk and laugh while we worked.  I can still see my daddy cutting that corn off of the cob with his pocket knife…he was good!  (We’ve never cared much for corn cutters)

If you’re not familiar with the process of “putting up” corn, it all starts with breaking the corn off the stalk.  Next comes cutting the ends off, then removing the shucks and silks from the ears.

I have a flat little scrub brush that I love to use for silking.  Ed got it from the hospital O.R. years ago (surgeons use them to scrub their hands), and it works better than anything I’ve ever tried.  (If you look close at the picture, you’ll see my little white brush on the counter beside the corn).

Once the shucks and silks have been removed, the corn to be frozen on the cob is ready to be washed and blanched.  Some people also blanch their corn first, then cut it off the cob, but we don’t do that.  We cut ours off of the cob first, then blanch it by heating it in the microwave for 10-12 minutes.

I’ve put about one-hundred ears of corn-on-the-cob in the freezer over the past two days (Saturday and Monday).  Thankfully, I had  Ed around to help me get it gathered and shucked.  Today I’m on my own–and I’m tackling the shucking, silking, cutting off, blanching, cooling, and bagging by myself.  (At least Ed gathered the corn late yesterday afternoon!)  It’s been a long morning…I sure do miss the “good old days”!

I processed about sixty ears this morning, and there are about sixty ears still left.  That may not sound like much, but when you’re standing on your feet, cutting corn off of the cob with a knife–one ear at a time–it’s a lot!  It’s also means a lot of mess to clean up afterward.  Corn tends to get everywhere–and it’s sticky!  I feel the need to mop the kitchen floor again, soon…

The good news is, today will be my last day of canning corn!  Soon I’ll move on to tomatoes, then peas!

I’ll do my best to visit and blog whenever I can, but if I’m MIA on visiting for a day or two, you’ll know why!  I’ll be thinking of you though!

Some Tales About “My Girls” And Me…

Just over two months ago, I became the “mother” to six cute, fuzzy, baby chicks, and thus began the adventures of “My Girls” and me!  The first few days and nights of our adventure together were spent within the confines of a plastic storage container located in my husband’s pool room.

A lot of eating, sleeping, and “pooping” went on inside of that box!  A 75 watt bulb was attached to the box, and it burned twenty-four hours a day keeping my new babies warm.  I even played country music for my babies because I didn’t want them to be lonely whenever I was busy!

My babies began to grow quickly, and before I knew it, they were sprouting wing feathers, and trying to fly!  It was time for larger living quarters!  Ed fastened three cardboard boxes together and made the babies a new “chicken condo”.  Their chicken condo wasn’t very wide, but it was long and they seemed to enjoy running back and forth.  They continued to sleep under a light bulb, which was now hanging above the middle of the connected boxes.  By now, the chicks had learned my voice, and would scurry about every time I called “Hey girls!”–which I did several times a day.  By now, “my girls” were no longer quite as fuzzy and cute, but were becoming more feathery…

After three weeks of having “my girls” living indoors, and trying to keep them inside of their “chicken condo” (I’d actually had to place netting over the top to prevent them from escaping), the time finally came to move them outdoors to their brand new “chicken palace” that my husband built for them!  I tell you, that first night was a long one for this “chicken mama”!  I walked back and forth checking to make sure “my girls” were warm and cozy in their new home.

After moving outside, “my girls” continued to sleep under a light bulb in the hen-house because the nighttime temperatures were still cool, and the chicks still didn’t have all of their feathers.  I also put a small section of their former cardboard condo inside of their chicken pen.  During the day, I’d move the light into this box so “the girls” could warm themselves when they became chilly.  Giving up this box became quite “an issue” with my girls…sort of like giving up a security blanket!  

Once “my girls” had gotten all of their feathers, I quickly discovered that they were also afraid of the dark!  Each time I unplugged their light inside of the hen-house, they would chirp loudly in distress!  It broke my heart, and I’d always end up plugging the light back in.  Gradually I kept reducing the size of the light bulb at night until I had “my girls” sleeping under only a 4 watt night-light.  It was a happy day, about  three weeks ago, when “my girls” finally learned how to sleep in the dark!  (Note: It isn’t healthy for hens to be exposed to light 24/7 for long periods of time)

Another happy day was when all of  “my girls” finally learned how to climb the ladder of the hen-house, and go to bed on their own!  This happened about the same time they learned to sleep in the dark.  I can’t tell you how aggravated I used to get trying to catch those six chickens at night to put them to bed!  There was always one rebel chicken every night who refused to cooperate!  I nicknamed her “Renny Henny” because that girl is such a renegade!

After a couple of weeks of chasing chickens at night, I mentioned to Ed that I didn’t think the chickens liked sleeping in their hen-house because they felt trapped.  The hen-house had windows, but they were located up high.  We decided to add a “picture window” to their hen-house, so they could see outside.  That picture window did the trick!  Within a day or two of adding a large plexiglass window, the chickens were voluntarily going to bed on their own, but Renny Henny is still the last to go to bed each night!  At night, I love seeing the hens all lined up on their perch happily looking through their new picture window!

“My girls” still come running whenever I call “Hey girls!”  In fact, they come running, even if I don’t say anything, because they associate me with good things to eat!  I feed them treats several times a day, and I also keep a chair inside of their coop for my frequent visits.  I love to just sit and watch them.  “My girls” enjoy sitting in the chair, too, whether I’m in sitting with them or not!

I’m in the process of painting the chicken coop, and “the girls” currently have several decorative touches located throughout their coop–in addition to the chair and picture window!  They have a “welcome” sign over their door, and two wind chimes hanging from the top of the coop!!!  As the temperatures here continue to rise, they might even get their own fan before the summer’s end!

Thanks to our bountiful garden, “my girls” always have plenty of fresh vegetables to eat–and some weeds and grass, too!  Whenever anyone comments about how fast “my girls” are growing, I always say, “It’s because all they do is eat!”  Fresh cabbage leaves seem to be one of their favorite treats–oh, and grasshoppers, too!

All of “my girls” look exactly like little red hens these days.  They remind me of the story, “The Little Red Hen” as I watch them busily scratching!   “My girls” are growing rapidly, but it will still be several more weeks before they will be old enough to lay any eggs.

They’ve already learned how to “sing” and sometimes I hear the beginning of a “cluck” every now and then.  “My girls” are probably the equivalent to human teenagers right now!  I can hardly wait to see what kind of adventures the next phase of their lives will bring!  I wonder who will be the first to lay an egg?!  Who knew that raising chickens would be such an adventure–and so much fun, too?!

Back From “Bountiful”…At Least Temporarily!

Bountiful is what comes to mind, when I think of our garden this year!  I had no idea how much of an adventure Ed and I would be taking when we began this garden way back in March!  We started out with a few packets of seeds, a lot of determination, and not much else!  Soon we found ourselves immersed in a field of never-ending activity–-and here we are beginning this adventure when most folks our age are retiring!

I’ve really missed blogging the past few weeks!   I thought about all of my blogging buddies while I was working my way through the dirt, weeds, and vegetables each day.  I wondered how you were spending your days, while mine began–every morning at 8 o’clock–by applying a generous portion of insect repellent!  Insect repellent has become my new perfume, and dirt has become my new best friend.

While I’ve been absent from the blogging world, I’ve harvested scores of squash,  picked 40 quarts of green beans, and have helped to harvest over 100 pounds of new potatoes!  There have also been cabbages and cucumbers a plenty!  Our squash are all gone now, but a few beans, cucumbers, and cabbage still remain.  I’m enjoying a slight rest before the next round of peas, beans, tomatoes, and corn begins shortly.  I say, “Bring it on!”

We’ve been blessed with some much-needed rain lately.  As a result, all of our plants have become lush and green.  Due to the rain, and cooler temps, our harvest has been plentiful.  Unfortunately, so have the grass and weeds!  We try to stay in behind the weeds, but there’s only two of us versus thousands of them!!!  H-E-L-P!  It’s also hard to fit in weeding with all of the harvesting that’s been going on!

Ed and I have spent many long hours working in the kitchen–and outside under the carport.  We’ve kept that new pressure cooker busy lately!  In the past week or so, we’ve canned 33 quarts of beans, 18 pints of new potatoes, and six quarts of beef stew!

Unfortunately, the deer have finally found our garden–sort of.  Recently, one or more deer have been spotted near the garden.  So far we’ve only had minimal damage.  They’ve tasted a few young pea bushes on the end of the garden, and they’ve eaten some of Ed’s peanut vines on the other end.  Yesterday I came up with a plan to thwart those deer visits–I hope!

This was one of my old dolls when I was a child.  She’s always been great at scaring the pants off of people in the past (because she looks so much like a child), so I figure maybe she’ll keep the deer at bay, too!   The doll looks so real, our five-year-old granddaughter, who lives next-door, saw the doll standing on our front porch, and called to ask us why we had “that little girl” on our porch!

Unfortunately, Ed chose to put the doll beside his peanuts, NOT beside my peas!   I guess we know where Ed’s heart lies…  He claims that he put her at the edge of the garden–where he thinks the deer are most likely to enter...We shall see!  

I just hope we don’t get reported by someone–for having a “child” tied to a pole in our garden!  Wouldn’t that be a hoot?!       Stay tuned…I’ll let you know what happens!

Pardon My Absence, Please…

I’m the type of person who prides herself on doing her job well.  I believe if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well, and that’s how I feel about everything that I do, including blogging!

At the moment I’m knee-deep in harvesting fresh garden veggies, so I don’t have much time to blog or visit other blogs and leave comments.  This is really bothering me, but I can’t do everything and do it well.   At the moment, the garden has to take presedence, so my blogging is suffering. 

This phase of the garden won’t last long, but I must hang in there with it until it’s done.   Green beans and garden peas are begging for my attention!   I should have a brief break soon, before the next round of vegetables is ready.  I’ll blog and visit blogs as my time allows.  In the meantime, I’ll be picking and canning green beans–lots of green beans!

Happiness Is…

Happiness is having all of your kids living a stone’s throw from you!

Unhappiness is one of those kids having to temporarily work out-of-state…

Happiness is going for six whole weeks without seeing any signs of “predators” in the garden!

Unhappiness is discovering “hoof prints” in the soil–the day after bragging about not having any predators…

Happiness is the excitement of rescuing and bringing home a warm and furry new pet!

Unhappiness is having to watch the pet get sick and die a few years later…

Happiness is eating a home-cooked meal of fresh veggies from the garden!

Unhappiness is having to clean up the kitchen afterward…

Happiness is successfully getting the new Magic Jack Plus connected!

Unhappiness is discovering we can’t have our old phone number–or any “local” number, for that matter…

Happiness is having three grandchildren, and having  them over to play together!

Unhappiness is having  grandchildren argue over the same toy, even though there are dozens of toys to choose from…

Happiness is getting a haircut every 5 to 6 weeks!

Unhappiness is seeing all of those new gray hairs every 5 to 6 weeks…

Tell me, what makes you happy/unhappy on this first day of May?

Have a happy May Day, everyone  🙂

Easter Revisited ~ A Few Photos Worth Sharing…

After a third night of not being able to sleep, due to a head cold,  my brain is dead.  Therefore, I declare today a good day to share a few photos.  These were taken during Easter, but I haven’t shared them.

Here’s a photo of two of my three favorite little people.  They are our grandchildren (and cousins to each other), Maddie and Cade.  The trampoline is one of their favorite outdoor activities!  Notice those nice, sturdy steps (complete with hand rails) that Maddie’s dad and Ed built to go along with the trampoline…Sure beats using a chair!

After the children got bored with the egg hunt, they jumped on the trampoline while the adults continued to search for lost eggs.  We still have five eggs unaccounted for, by the way!  Anyone feel like hunting eggs???

Those sturdy steps also make a nice place to rest and take a “Skittles Break”!   Cade’s Skittles were inside one of the eggs he found.  Cade loves to eat candy–just like his daddy!

Here’s my other favorite little person, known as “baby Chase”.   He is Cade’s little brother, and the newest member of our family. These photos show what Chase was doing while everyone else was hunting eggs on Easter…E-pa was sitting close by keeping an eye on him!

The adults hunted eggs so long that baby Chase soon went to sleep!  I’ll bet he won’t sleep through next year’s egg hunt!

Last, but not least, here’s a photo of little Alex, the baby my daughter keeps each day.  I took this picture on the Friday before Easter.  I wish you could see his beautiful blue eyes, but I couldn’t get him to look at me!  The little stinker!

Although some days are still challenging, Alex is continuing to grow and do well–and, of course, we consider him one of the family, too.  We rejoice in every pound that he gains, and each milestone he achieves.  Have I mentioned how “busy” Alex is these days?

That’s it for me today, but I’ll be back tomorrow with the Hodgepodge.  Hopefully, by Thursday, this cold will be a fading memory, and my brain will be working again!  Have a great Tuesday.

This And That On Tuesday…

After two long sessions of working in the garden yesterday, I didn’t have the energy left to write a post last evening.  So, here I am writing at the last minute…again!

In between hoeing and watering, I did manage to make a picture of the place where I spend so much time these days.  Just in case you are curious…Oh, by the way, that’s my grandson’s cat, Bingo, in the picture.  Bingo lives down the road, but he’s a regular visitor here.

The plants around Bingo are “new potatoes” (with red skins), next are the different varieties of beans and peas.  I didn’t get to show the tomatoes, squash, or cucumbers, but, trust me, they are there!  As you can imagine, it takes a while to keep this massive area clean and watered!   Did I mention that I’m dragging 275 feet of water hose???  Should I show you my “farmer’s tan”?  Who needs the beach, when you’ve got a garden!

Moving along…These days I have to share my time between the garden and the chickens!  The “girls” are officially 4 weeks old now, and almost fully feathered.  Technically, I should just be moving them out-of-doors, but after they disrupted my nap on several occasions, last week, I sent them packing early:)  They were getting too rowdy for the house!   Trust me, they were ready to go!  I sent one of their cardboard boxes with them, and placed their light over it, so they still have their “security blanket” with them whenever they are outside.  They still enjoy that box!  Here they are inside of the hen-house for the first time, last week…

At first, the chickens were afraid, but after just a few short minutes, they were off and pecking!  Meanwhile, there was a lot of interest going on outside of the chicken coop–Just look at these “hungry eyes”!  Bobs and Kyle would like chicken for dinner…

Those cats, along with several others, sat around the chicken coop every day last week! Occasionally, a cat still sits there…watching.  Kyle has been the most persistent one of all. I’ve even seen him try to run through the fence!  And I thought I only had to worry about foxes, raccoons, and opossums!

Our most exciting “incident” with the chickens came on Easter Sunday–and I wish I had a video.  The chickens  had been in their coop for five days, when our old hound dog, Ethan, finally wandered over and saw them for the first time.  Ethan is very old, and doesn’t get around much, but when he spotted those chickens, HE CAME TO LIFE!  Old Ethan ran around that coop (chasing the chickens from outside) at least five times before I finally scolded him to make him stop!  I didn’t know he had that much spunk left!  I don’t think he’s had enough energy to come back for a second try.

The fluctuating weather has been a challenge with the chickens, with hot days and cool nights.  I never know what size bulb to burn inside of the chicken house (for warmth at night), and I never know whether to leave the windows cracked or close them.  The first night the chicks slept outside, I was inside of the coop at 4 a.m., checking the temperature in the hen-house!  I felt like a new mom again!

The “girls” love their chicken coop, but I’m having trouble training them to come out of and go into their hen-house. They do not like the ladder, and refuse to walk on it most of the time.  Instead they end up just flying out of the house!  (I sort of wished we’d built the house on the ground!) I suppose they will get the idea, eventually, but in the meantime, I have to spend time each evening trying to catch six chickens, because they aren’t willing to go back into their house via the ladder!

This is what I see each morning…(deciding whether to come out or not!)

I have a chair sitting inside of the chicken coop, so I can just go in and have a seat.  I enjoy watching the antics of those crazy birds!  I like to watch them trying to decide if they are coming outside of the hen-house or not once I open the door of it!  Their methods of exit are quite entertaining to see…

One hen is very friendly, and lets me hold and stroke her–that’s “Lucy”.  Another is quite feisty and likes to pick fights with everyone–that one is “Betty”.  I’ll bet Betty and I will have a few “run-ins” over eggs in the future!  I never knew hens picked fights!

Here’s a photo of the “girls” that I took yesterday.  They are getting big, but they still love their box!  I love having them outside of my kitchen window…very entertaining to watch!

I Survived Jury Duty…

After fifty-seven years of dreading the experience, I sat on an official jury for the first time  yesterday.  Thankfully, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d imagined it would be.  In fact, parts of it were down right interesting!  Would I like to go back again tomorrow?  No, not really, but at least I won’t have to dread the experience anymore!  By the way, I ended up being juror #2, seated right on the front row!  Nothing like being up close and personal!

Our jury was made up of eight men and four women.  I was the oldest woman.  The rest of the women were young enough to have been my daughters!  The men were of varying ages,  some older than me, some younger.  We appeared to be a diverse group.

The case was a dispute over “an estate”, which means money was involved.  The deceased had passed away in 2008!  Four years is a long time to be arguing over money!

The plaintiff was a niece and former care-taker of the deceased.  She had also been named as a co-executor of the man’s will, along with two other people, until she withdrew as co-executor, and decided to file a claim against the estate for herself, claiming that she hadn’t been properly compensated for her services to her uncle.

The plaintiff’s lawyer made his opening remarks and his client spent the first part of the morning testifying.  I had taken a small note pad with me, but the bailiff passed out pads and pencils to everyone.  I took three pages of notes, as did some other jurors!  Juror #1 didn’t even open his notebook!  We took a morning break at 10:30, and I discovered that the court furnishes refreshments for jurors!  What a pleasant surprise!

I had a feeling we were already headed for trouble, when during our break, a couple of the other female jurors stated out loud, “this lady needs to be “compensated”…We’d only heard the plaintiff’s testimony–no cross-examination or testimony from the defendants, and they’d already made up their minds!

Court resumed, and the cross-examination began.  Let me stop and say, “all lawyers are not created equal”!  I would have hated to have been represented by the plaintiff’s attorney, but I would have loved to have been represented by the defendants’ attorney!  The difference was like night and day.  It wasn’t long before the defending attorney had the lady sitting on the “hot seat”.  About the time the testimony was getting really intense, we broke for lunch!

After an hour and fifteen minute break for lunch, we returned.  One female juror came back late from lunch.  When another juror jokingly made a comment to her about it, she replied, “They don’t pay me enough to sit around here extra time!” (All twelve of us were sitting for the same lousy pay.)  She also later asked “What time do we get to leave here?” (like we were on a time clock or something)  You should’ve seen her face when she found out that we had to stay until we finished or they decided to let us go!  (By the way, this same female juror was the first one who spoke up during the break, saying “the lady definitely needs to be compensated”.  Another comment was, ” This lady changed her uncle’s dirty diapers, I’ll bet none of those men (the defendants) out there would do that!)  I also discovered this female juror is a high school teacher!  (Heaven help us! )

After lunch, we, the jurors, sat in the jury room for about 45 minutes.  We could hear talking in the courtroom, but we weren’t summoned back in.  We sat there talking among ourselves, about the case, so far, and about various other things.  Finally, after nearly an hour, the judge came in and told us the case had been dismissed, and he explained why.

Apparently, the judge decided, after hearing the morning testimony, that the lady didn’t have a valid case, according to the law.  The cross-examination testimony showed there had been no written agreement between the lady and  her uncle, and also that she had already received various forms of compensation throughout the months when she was caring for her uncle (some money and several items of value, such as a car), although she says she wasn’t compensated for the amount she and her uncle agreed on.

In my opinion, if the lady didn’t get properly compensated, it was her own fault.  She was on the man’s checking account, and wrote checks for everything else, so why didn’t she pay herself?   She paid herself some of the time (there were cancelled checks),  why not all of the time?  I don’t  believe she cared for her  uncle for twenty months without getting compensaated in return.  I think the lady simply got greedy in the end.

With the judges’ decision made, we were free to go home at 2 o’clock.  I was relieved because at the end of the day, I was afraid some of us jurors would have been there arguing until the cows came home!  Several of us had very different opinions.  I was also a bit sad, because I really would have liked to have heard the defendants’ case!  I think their lawyer may have put on a good defense/counter suit,  judging from the preview he gave us before lunch. ( The defendants dropped their counter suit, when the plaintiff’s case was dismissed.)

The most valuable thing I learned from having “Jury Duty” is this–never go to trial unless there is no other way out!  There are some “strange-minded” people in this world, and you never know what their opinions of the case are going to turn out to be!  Other things I learned are–if you are selected for Jury Panel One, and you are seated in the first two rows of the courtroom, there is a strong possibility you will get chosen to serve!  If you do get chosen, it’s not a bad way to spend the day, they treat you well, and give you frequent breaks–along with refreshments!  However, the  pay is lousy….  It cost me six dollars for gas to get to court, and eight dollars for lunch.  I came home with sixteen dollars left out of my paycheck…

Spending Quality Time Together…

The inspiration for today’s post comes from a recent conversation with two men in my life–my hubby, Ed, and our youngest son, Brad.  In conversation, Brad happened to mention that his pastor said, “husbands and wives need to spend more (quality) time talking with each other.”  Ed piped up and said, “Plant a garden, you’ll spend lots of time together!”

Which brings me to the subject of gardening with Ed!  We’ve spent the better part of the past two weeks together in our garden.  We’ve also had more arguments in the past two weeks, than we have had in the past two years!  Ed’s gardening style and my gardening style are not the same!

First of all, our garden rows are running north and south.  This has bothered me from Day One.  Our garden rows are 125 feet long!  Give me a break!  It takes forever to reach the end of a row, no matter what you’re doing!  Because of the length of the rows, we didn’t have enough of any one kind of seed to reach the end of a row.  As a result, we have part of a row of one kind of seed, followed by something different.  Only one row in the entire garden is planted all the way to the end with the same seed!

If I had designed the garden, I would have run the rows from east to west.  Then the rows would have been about 50 feet long, and each row would then be planted all the way to the end with the same kind of seed!  This would also permit me to run the water hose parallel to the rows, instead of having to cross over them like we’re doing now!  We have to be mindful not to damage plants!

The next argument involved using a planter.  Ed was all “gung-ho” about using an old planter which used to belong to my daddy.  Normally, I don’t have anything against using a planter, but this year I bought heirloom seeds, which are quite expensive!  (I want to be able to save seeds from this year’s plants, for future use.)  I counted each and every seed in the envelopes, and didn’t want to waste a one!  Sometimes there is waste when using a planter because it drops more than one seed at a time, occasionally.

Ed and I reached a compromise, when I told him he could plant the “regular” seeds with his planter.  He tried to plant some peas with the planter, but quickly realized how many seeds he was using, and resorted to planting them by hand–even though the pea seeds were  not expensive heirloom seeds.  Ed finally got to use the planter for the corn!

We also had another argument over how deep to punch the holes, then another over how far apart to plant the seeds!  We finally agreed on a proper amount, and Ed devised a clever planting tool.  It consists of an old mop handle, with a four-inch nail duct taped about an inch from the end of it!  It worked like a charm!

Gardening with Ed has been an interesting experience, so far.  We’re spending lots of “quality time” together in the fresh air and sunshine!  Even though we’ve had a few disagreements along the way, we’ve also agreed on a few things, such as (a) we’re not as young and agile as we used to be, (b) the sun is hot,  and  (c) gardening is a never-ending job!

Gardening is a never-ending job, but it’s also a little bit “addictive”.  There’s just something about watching a tiny seed sprouting and growing into a plant!  There’s also something about walking into the garden the next day, only to discover that something ate your plant overnight!  Stay tuned for more tales of  mine and Ed’s “quality time”…

Tuesday Tidbits…

Today is the first day of spring!  It’s also the day I’ve been summoned for jury duty for the first time.  I am just as thrilled about going to court, as I was when I had to have a wisdom tooth pulled…Need I say more?  I can think of so many other things I’d rather be doing!

Speaking of spring…I’d like to share a couple of photos from around our yard.  The first photo is one of our new apple trees that we recently planted.  It actually had blossoms on it this first year!  I wonder if it will have any apples on it this fall…

My last photo is of an azalea bush in our yard.  It has two different colored blossoms on one bush.  I’ve had this happen before, on a different bush, but it still amazes me each time I see it happen..Some blossoms are white, while others are a pale pink.

Happy first day of spring, everyone!  I hope you have a great day.  Mine should prove to be…interesting!  I’ll let you know how it goes.