...and We're Back!

It is one of my favorite times of year.  It is time for the EPCOT Flower & Garden Festival.  My husband got me interested in gardening shortly after we were married, and now I adore going to look at various plants.  We spend a lot of time there discussing the composition of the individual beds, taking pictures of the beds, and discussing how we can use what we have learned at home in our nascent vegetable garden.  We enjoy doing this so much that we make it a point to go every weekend that it runs.

The Flower Power concerts are a bonus.  We both love the music of the '60's, so we enjoy sitting in on the free concerts.  Last week, we heard Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees.  This week, it's Chubby Checkers.  We are especially looking forward to concerts featuring Paul Revere & the Raiders (in April) and Herman's Hermits (in May).

There are food booths there this year, but our digestive issues make it difficult to enjoy much of what they sell.  (This is also why we don't enjoy the EPCOT Food & Wine Festival nearly as much.)

Well, it's time to go.  TTFN!

Magnolias and Dahlias

One of the things I love about living in the South is its foliage. Our magnolia trees are beginning to bloom, and the air is heavy with their sweet scent. Surprisingly, magnolias don't make me sneeze, unlike most other flowers.

Speaking of flowers, my dahlia was blooming nicely a couple of days ago:

Our Errand

Who buys cow poo?

Apparently, we do.

Granted it is refined, granulated, and neatly packaged cow poo, but it's still cow poo.  I have no qualms about owning cow poo and using it to fertilize our newly-purchased crape myrtle and magnolia trees.  I am a mother and, by definition, have had my fair share of experiences with people poo.  Cow poo is not that different, just bigger.

What I have difficulty with is the actual purchase of cow poo.  The cow no longer needs it, so shouldn't it be free?  However, the most difficult part of this for me is the fact that there are cows across the street from our house.  That is, there is actual cow poo across the actual street from our actual house, and we (inexplicably) drove miles away from our house to a retail store to purchase cow poo.

I feel very American right now.