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This magnificent flower has always been one of my favorites.   The first time I planted wisteria was from a cutting from my grandmother’s yard.  Mom said to put some rooting hormone on it and stick it in the ground.  I was skeptical but, lo and behold, a glorious vine began to grow.  Having loved it my whole life but not understanding its strength, I decided to plant it so it would grow across the banister on my front porch.  A few years later, I had to replace the banister and re-train the wisteria. It was a valuable lesson. 

My dad was the typical dad, I think, when it came to comparing how HE grew up to how WE grew up.  Most of you know what I mean……  “I had to walk to school every day and it was up hill both ways”…. “I had to pick up pecans after school to have money to buy shoes”, etc.

Yesterday, we had the opportunity to put in the first of several flower beds at the Farm.  It was the first time this season, that I was able to get my hands in the dirt.  I’ve missed that. 

There was a time when you had to talk on the phone and stay in one spot.  Or relatively one spot.  This was because the phone you were talking on was attached to the wall……

The breed was developed in the in southwestern France in a town named Marans beginning in the 13th century.   The United Kingdom began importing these chickens in the 1930s and they found their way into the United States shortly after World War 2.