well, figuratively. my dad is the garden man. you wouldn’t think it because, and jeff is quoted for saying this, my dad is a rugged, outdoorsy, all-american guy. you wouldn’t think he’d stop to admire the shape and color of a tulip, well, rhododendrons are his favorite, but you get the point. but that’s my dad. when we drive in the truck, i’ll point to a tree and 9 times out of 10 the man can tell me what it is. i’ll point to something in a magazine, he can typically tell me. with animals too. i can do it with music. my back yard is spectacular in the spring, despite the pollen content of the day. we have a weeping cherry blossom tree, decorative ponds with decorative plants, trees galore, random plants i can’t tell you what they are and almost every rhododendron possible. if you don’t know what those are, click here.
so this year i had the kids i work with plant some seeds, which my dad picked out. then i planted the rest of the seeds while he sat next to me drinking a beer. the other day i walked out in my pjs and asked him if we could plant veggies, to which he said, “i don’t see why not.” (typical daddy manger statement). so i bought a jiffy pot style mini greenhouse and white pumpkin, cucumber, yellow squash, zucchini, red and green peppers and oscar the grouch green beans. yes, i did say oscar the grouch green beans. lowes is selling sesame street seed packets. so, of course, i bought them. relive childhood any way possible.
i hope i got my dad’s green thumb, or at least part of it! and i have him to help! here’s to gardening and (maybe) harvesting my own veggies this summer!