There’s a cliche that says time moves faster as you grow older. The cliche certainly holds true for me; I cannot fathom that 2008 is half way over already. Hell, I can’t believe that I’m in my 40s already!<\/p>\n
This morning, I started wondering if that syndrome has anything to do with why gardening is a hobby that seems to have a greater appeal to an older demographic. When I was a kid, plants seemed to grow and mature at an agonizingly slow pace, glacial, even. Continental drift, I’m saying. Now? It seems like I can see more changes in the yard with every passing day. Each morning I see something new in the yard, or I reach new conclusions about what’s working and what isn’t.<\/p>\n
The current enthusiasm for watering seems to be paying off dividends for the bamboo and the small raspberry. There’s lots of fresh green growth and little baby raspberries.<\/p>\n
We’ve also planted a tiny plot with some wheat grass and some catnip. My hope is that the cats will develop a fondness for that area, and will be less likely to throw up wheat grass, compared with the daily deposits of bile and mundane grass that they are leaving me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"