New Fuchsia in a hanging basket on my back porch
Mother’s Day, I will reach the golden age of 72. My birthday doesn’t fall on Mother’s Day every year. 1942, the year I was born, my Mom was in labor the whole of 24 hours, hoping she would become a Mom on mother’s Day. She could ‘feel the adhesions in her belly snapping like rubber bands with each contraction,’ she said. Being the recalcitrant child I proved to be, I was born at 1 AM the day following Mother’s Day, a forceps baby I was told. Which means my Roman Catholic father, when asked if they should “save the child or the mother,” chose the mother. Thus, I came into the world black and blue and bleeding.
Of course, every year on my birthday, the story of my painful (for Mom) birth was retold. For a long time, I felt personally responsible for my Mom’s poor health in the subsequent years (my childhood) which resulted in her early death when I was in my twenties. Being older and wiser with many years of therapy and counseling behind me, not to mention courses in Social Psychology, dozens of books, and 20 years in Al-Anon, I finally learned I didn’t cause it, I could not have prevented it although I was there, and I could not cure it. The past is a cancelled check, so Happy Birthday to Me.
After I had blood drawn for the Celiac panel and annual physical next week, David drove me to the Fort Myers Exchange where a plant sale on behalf of Army Relief was in full swing. Cathy had told me on Sunday when she and Brother D stopped by that they had herbs. After the severe winter, I need to replant some of my herbs, especially the tender annuals.
I found a great recipe in this month’s issue of Diabetic Living for a homemade Green Goddess salad dressing that calls for various herbs, including tarragon, which the Exchange did not carry, but assured me would arrive today. If they don’t have it, we will make the long trek out to Merrifield Nursery. I am determined to make the dressing with fresh ingredients.
Fuchsia, Begonias,Petunias, Coleus, Oh My!
While we were at the post exchange, I spotted a beautiful hanging basket of Fuchsia. Anyone who knows me knows I am mad about Fuchsia. I have several new plants to set out in other pots, but wanted the instant gratification of seeing the blossoms…right now.
This year, I am trying two new varieties of annuals, a Begonia (my second favorite flower) and a Fuchsia. The hybridizers in the Netherlands have been working like crazy to develop new plants, and I try a couple of the new ones each year. Just for fun. Below is a Fuchsia named Golden Gypsy. She isn’t much to look at now, but if I take care of her she promises to be a beauty. Stay tuned.