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Yesterday was my cousin Sissy's birthday--she's the one I called on to help me when the battery in the smoke alarm needed replacing and beeped -beeped-beeped unceasingly. Sissy stood in a chair and got the damn thing taken apart and put new batteries in.
Sissy is the person when I asked what would be your biography in six words said "I always wanted to help people." And she does. Yesterday was her birthday. I treated her to lunch at her favorite restaurant, The China Garden, and gave her a card with some money in it.
When she arrived at my house, she gave me a handful of gardenias she had picked from her front yard. I say give me my flowers while I'm living, that's why I appreciate those gardenias so much. I'd rather have those sitting on my table to enjoy, picked by my cousin from her yard, that a $1,000 bouquet at my funeral. Now their sweet scent fills the house--a small pleasure--the best kind.
Yesterday afternoon, energized by the great weather, I planted some morning glory seeds, and some climbing cucumber and set the pots with pepper plants in the sun, and repotted the petunias by the mailbox. I have no luck with petunias--but hope springs eternal.
By the way, a gardener on the radio says you can buy a bag of potting soil, poke holes in it and plant your seed, water it, and set in the sun--no tilling. That's how I did the cucumber. Now I'll see how that works. Susil
