Tropicals & Tender Perennials: A Brugs Life My Back Yard Monster Peach Versi, 1 by joeswife

joeswife wrote:
A long winter , has come and gone, opened up spring like a wakening bud.. I collected alot of brugs you see, the addiction had gotten me.. some made it thru and some did not, but going to sleep at night over came my thought.. what did I do wrong? How come Adeline died? what did I do to Butterfly? Why did Snowbank just sit there all winter bare and cold and suffering ? All those seeds and sticks and stubs, the water bubbler rootings and standards in the blue tubs,, I came running home from work everynight just to see, a nub, a sing of a leaf just for me..
I got some stardancer seeds that were crossed, wondering what they will do.. all my little children are rooted and growing, in the ground for all to see.. just an old gal from Kansas, used to petunias and pansys, fallen in love with the mysterious Brugs, and finally rewarded with a bloom.. I recieved a stick with a tag, the tag stayed on thank goodness. Monster white she took off right away.. in her little milk jug.. taken out in May when we knew it was warm, to the south fence under the Sweet Autumn .. sheltered from the suns' hot burning rays she was.. she gave me such joy when she bloomed..she waved in the breezes along with the windmill, a gift to me from Pauline.. I remember that dear woman everytime I go out to check on my beautiful brug, among the tomatoes, the salvia, the cone flowers, she takes control of the scene.. moved from a milk jug into a 3 gallon pot.. surrounded by begoinias in her base, she sways majestically in defiance of the blowing Kansas wind..