Easter and Mr. Mesquite
One month ago you and I talked here about Mr. Mesquite and his ability to predict the coming of spring. Man, did he ever miss the boat this year. Two weeks ago I went back to the west side of our place, upon the hill and He was all leafed out. I asked as politely as I knew how, you really think spring has arrived? He bowed his limbs, flouted his bright green new leaves and answered with a resounding YES. I went back to the house and planted the tomatoes I had in pots into the garden. I planted two Celebrates, two Better Boys, an Early Girl and a few Merceds. Not only that but I retrieved my Impatients, and various Ivyes from the green house and scattered them around the yard. Then came Easter Eve. Rain, sleet, and snow fell separately as well as all together. With a hurried blast of energy I was able to cover the tomatoes and all the ivyes. The Impatients went back to the green house where I trust they will be happy until spring really does arrive here in central Texas. I haven’t had the nerve to speak to Mr. Mesquite since the wild weather debacle. I secretly kinda hope he got his feathers….leaves scorched. He is an old man, and I respect him, but he needs to pay a little closer attention to the weather.
Alice reminded me of previous Easter Sundays when our children were young and scooting around the house. My bride worked for weeks making our daughter a pretty, pink and blue Easter dress. It had ruffles and puffs and buttons and bows about every where one can have them. She even cut a little rabbit out and sewed it on as a pocket for the dress. Our daughter was indeed a lovely sight for the Easter pageant we were to have. You want to guess what happened? Right. It came a raging norther that curled our toes. My daughter had to get into my coat to keep from freezing. To bad about that beautiful dress. No one got to see it. And come to think of it, many Easter Sundays seem to fall into that pattern. All the girls and moms dress up real pretty in bright spring colors and march off to church. Half the way there, in comes old man norther for one last blast of winter. I think we need a government grant to study the problem. While studying the weather problem we might look into the loss of Easter bonnets. I kinda liked the way they looked on our girls. Have you seen an Easter bonnet lately? Me neither.
One thing is for sure, once Easter has had its fling you can feel safe that spring has, at last, come again. I fear Mr. Mesquite has lost his testimony where it comes to knowing when spring is here. Next year I am going to wait until after Easter to plant.
Alice reminded me of previous Easter Sundays when our children were young and scooting around the house. My bride worked for weeks making our daughter a pretty, pink and blue Easter dress. It had ruffles and puffs and buttons and bows about every where one can have them. She even cut a little rabbit out and sewed it on as a pocket for the dress. Our daughter was indeed a lovely sight for the Easter pageant we were to have. You want to guess what happened? Right. It came a raging norther that curled our toes. My daughter had to get into my coat to keep from freezing. To bad about that beautiful dress. No one got to see it. And come to think of it, many Easter Sundays seem to fall into that pattern. All the girls and moms dress up real pretty in bright spring colors and march off to church. Half the way there, in comes old man norther for one last blast of winter. I think we need a government grant to study the problem. While studying the weather problem we might look into the loss of Easter bonnets. I kinda liked the way they looked on our girls. Have you seen an Easter bonnet lately? Me neither.
One thing is for sure, once Easter has had its fling you can feel safe that spring has, at last, come again. I fear Mr. Mesquite has lost his testimony where it comes to knowing when spring is here. Next year I am going to wait until after Easter to plant.