Today I wanted to start sharing a story with you about my mom and what mischief we have gotten into this time. Today's story is about poop. Hmm... what does poo poo have to do with a legacy? Let me start at the beginning.Many of my friends have gardens and bake their own bread and other such Susie-Homemaker type activities. I have always shunned these pursuits with the same vehemence that has kept me from buying a mini-van or sewing my own clothes. It's the "NO WAY! Next thing you know I will be home-schooling my kids and stocking up 50lbs of dried goods in my pantry" attitude. Ahh... those of you who know me as of now will find that funny. And yes, I just got 50lbs of wheat yesterday so I can grind it for my homemade bread.
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!! I suppose that I am looking at all the things that my mom used to do and I’m thinking that she knew a thing or two about being a Proverbs 31 woman. Although I maintain my independence as I still have yet to give my kids oatmeal with piles of wheat germ on it. But it seems that I have crossed over to the dark side in everything else my mom has tried to influence me on over the years.Last week we drove together to buy a bin full of horse poop. Yes, we really did pay money for equine dung. It is full of worms and rich in nutrients and all things good for gardening. You see the worms eat the sawdust and old vegetation, egg shells, grass etc.. that I throw in there, they poop it out and then that poop goes in my garden to make my vegetables grow. I am not sure I am okay with that part of the equation but I am trying it anyways and find that I am quite fascinated by my little worms now.
So I am starting a series with you today. Hopefully you can follow my adventure in my little urban prairie and get to know more about the things my mom is teaching me. I am starting a garden now, I feel confident that with my mom’s advice and the excellent examples from my green-thumbed friends that I will have something to harvest in the next few months.So why is this a legacy? I know it's a bit melodramatic of me, but I feel that I will always look at my garden and think of my mom. I could not and would not be doing this without her. So this is part one of our legacy story... yes, you can call it the poopie diaries if you wish.
Until next time…
