Such a sunny afternoon and no worries to care about, so you think. Do you ever remember a parent telling you something to do (or not to do) and find out maybe I should have listened? My son
, for instance, has been told not to play with the soccer ball outside when the dog is there or she will think it belongs to her. Do I even need to say it is now a flat ball. I know he is too young to listen to everything we say let a lone do any of it the first time, but then we move on to the older sibling, his sister. Before she
left to go fishing in the Gulf, her mom tells her to wear plenty of sun screen and bring stuff to cover her skin. As a teen would do she leaves the sound advice on the counter on her way out the door. Fast forward to that night and presto! we have lobster-girl.
Is it any wonder that even as adults we cannot listen well enough to keep good advice in the front of our brains before blundering and then using the famous 20/20 hindsight to know better? I have even made mistakes (but do I really even remember what they were now?) as the job I do requires the use of a bucket truck and the height is important, especially when having to go through a fast food drive-thru. Well, I was helping to get some stuff in the air and thinking it was clear drove under it and what do you think happened? Yes, it ripped down and it had to be all redone but the good thing is that no one was hurt. The people involved could have really been hurt and I can’t say sorry enough to them, but the moral is listen and do instead of listen and learn later.
Moving on to better things, my wife started out painting her thumbs green and planting all sorts of things until they would die. Now she has since washed away the green paint to find they are turning green on their own and growing isn’t so hard for her now. She has moved on to making a small vegetable garden (my back greatly thanks her for the size, since I have to dig it up and till it by hand) last year to end up with a lot of vegetables and giving some of it away. Now she want an even bigger plot to build upon (already reaching for the aspirin) with more sun. We will see if it all works out later this spring.
Adam Santo is a SciFi/Fantasy writer who enjoys the quiet moments to sit idly writing stories. His debut novel, Temperature: Dead and Rising, took the world for a ride they would soon not forget. Santo began plotting the second novel, Temperature: Bitter Cold, before the ink dried on his first book. Santo continues to write nonstop because he knows there is always a story waiting to get out. When he is not writing, Santo enjoys quality time with his family and friends, spending the occasional weekend at a movie theater, and reclaiming his youth when his son challenges him to a video game. Santo currently resides in sunny Florida with his beautiful wife and equally beautiful children.
good thing the above ground pool killed all of that grass, now we can try to till that area.. 🙂 but I think it may only be enough room for the cucumbers and squash… where to put the watermelon and cantaloupe? peas and cabbage and collards, tomatoes and black eyed peas, bell peppers and hot peppers… .. ? hmmmph