Nancy Bartholomew

Maggie and I returned home to a house full of sickies, so  it's been chicken soup and homemade lemonade time around here.  The cabin will have to wait awhile for a return visit as even the cat is sick.  Back in Greensboro, the daffodils are blooming- giving me a wicked case of Spring Fever.  Had to buy 2 gardening magazines at the grocery store the other night and I've been pouring over them and compiling a long wish list of David Austin roses, foxglove, hollyhocks and heirloom tomatoes.

 The Fever's hit so bad, I've even been window-shopping for vintage tractors and plow attachments for Mertis's ATV-anything to get the ground plowed up and the beds ready for planting.   However, once  the fever's reined in, what I'll really need is the name of a Bubba and a tractor looking to make a little piece of money.  Back in the day, when I lived in Atlanta, there was an old guy who'd come every spring and plow up the vegetable garden for me with his antique steam tiller.  I'm sure there's someone like him in Franklin County...At least, I'm hoping.

 There's nothing like the feel of dirt between your fingers and the scent of compost for chasing away the  Winter Uglies.