When I married Les, I lived in that house for three years. Then we moved to New Hampshire. Our NH house had a wood burner. I started cutting apart my moving boxes to use as kindling. Maybe, I was a third of the way through my boxes after three years, when we moved back to Illinois. Sigh!
I was thrilled to be back at the school I helped to start. That lasted for - guess what - three years.
One day, Les called me and said, "We're moving to Indiana."
"What?" That was the first I'd heard of even a thought of moving. By now, I knew better than to get rid of my boxes. In fact, since they were all marked, I now knew which things fit into which box.
As we settled into the house where we live now, I flattened all of my moving boxes and didn't even consider getting rid of them. I refused to plant rhubard or asparagus because I was sure that they would take their three years to mature and I would be gone before I could enjoy them.
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Then my sister Lori gave me a baby Rose of Sharon bush that she'd started from her own bush. I figured out the best spot for it and planted it. I thought, well, maybe I could take it with us when we moved again. The year after that, I planted asparagus. It was advertised to be a two year harvest crop. Also my mother sent me some lilies that I really love from her own garden. I don't think I've ever seen this particular type anywhere else. One more season later, I broke down and put in some creeping phlox and rhubard. We'd just built a new shed and it cried out for rhubard on the south side.
This May, we passed the six year mark in the same house. My plants and I have put down some pretty good roots. And I still have my moving boxes. I'm beginning to feel like dumping them is the next step to take.
Thanks for visiting with me.
Kathi
I was thrilled to be back at the school I helped to start. That lasted for - guess what - three years.
One day, Les called me and said, "We're moving to Indiana."
"What?" That was the first I'd heard of even a thought of moving. By now, I knew better than to get rid of my boxes. In fact, since they were all marked, I now knew which things fit into which box.
As we settled into the house where we live now, I flattened all of my moving boxes and didn't even consider getting rid of them. I refused to plant rhubard or asparagus because I was sure that they would take their three years to mature and I would be gone before I could enjoy them.
Then my sister Lori gave me a baby Rose of Sharon bush that she'd started from her own bush. I figured out the best spot for it and planted it. I thought, well, maybe I could take it with us when we moved again. The year after that, I planted asparagus. It was advertised to be a two year harvest crop. Also my mother sent me some lilies that I really love from her own garden. I don't think I've ever seen this particular type anywhere else. One more season later, I broke down and put in some creeping phlox and rhubard. We'd just built a new shed and it cried out for rhubard on the south side.
This May, we passed the six year mark in the same house. My plants and I have put down some pretty good roots. And I still have my moving boxes. I'm beginning to feel like dumping them is the next step to take.
Thanks for visiting with me.
Kathi
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