Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I Was a Bad Child

All my life there’s been a hydrangea bush in my mother’s yard. It’s the old-fashioned kind, stalks, green leaves, puffy white flowers. When I was a very small child I wanted to know why it didn’t have blue or purple flowers like so many we’d pass in the street did.

Now I know you’re going to find this hard to believe but I was one of those children who always asked, “But why?” The answer of because that’s how that particular plant grows was not acceptable. I persisted until my mother finally told me it was because the soil where those other plants were had more iron in it.

Ah, something I could work with. One day, after much pondering of the situation, I snuck off to my father’s workshop in the basement where he did his woodworking projects. I collected up all his nuts and bolts, screws, nails, and washers. I took them outside and sprinkled them throughout the stalks of the hydrangea bush. I was sure come the following spring it would bloom the prettiest shade of blue imaginable.

Needless to say I was wrong. The bush is still there and it’s still got the same puffy white flowers. My dad? He might have been mad when he discovered all his containers were empty had he not been fighting so hard not to laugh at my explanation.

Tour de France Update -
Winner Stage 11, July 16 - Arvesen, Norway
Overall Leader - Cadel Evans, Australia

Bron - Mouse is holding his own, thanks!


Neeley said...

I wonder why I can see this happening... maybe because you're still asking "but why?" all the time. =D Still, she could have handled that one a little better - not too hard to say that there are different varieties that have different colors! A precocious 4 year old could have understood that... and saved someone the trouble of finding out there were nails in the yard with their feet.

Amarinda Jones said...

I like this bad to the bone streak in you. I am sure if we met we could get up to much mischief

Anny Cook said...

Oh, I like that. It sounds like something my granddaughter would do.

Kelly Kirch said...

You were the kind of kid who would drive your own parents NUTS but make all the other ones laugh.

You're adorable, Barb.

PS> had a dream about you last night. Remember the blog where you mentioned your wet tee incident? It was that one but you were washing your car because plants were growing on the roof. Whenever a neighbor walked by you spritzed yourself and twisted so they could see your front. Then they'd either pause to clap politely or wink. LOL

Bronwyn's Blog said...

That sounds like something my kids would do - too cute, Barb!

Bronwyn's Blog said...

Give Mouse hugs and kisses from me.

Regina Carlysle said...

Ah, this is sweet. My kids would've done this sort of thing.

Ashley Ladd said...

LOLOLOL. How precocious. What a great memory for you and your parents.

I'm ready to be your partner in crime. I could stand causing a little trouble right now and get out of this rut.