A Primer in BS

"GOTCHA" (with an exagerated wink of right eye) - no, I don't have long, brown hair nor do I wear dark-rimmed glasses. I'm not even built to stop traffic!

Hope you're not TOO disappointed with my definition of BS. For this post and for future reference, it literally means 'Baby Sister.'

You see, it is because of her 'nagging' that this blog is even up for view! Her encouragement and ability to convince me that others would be interested in my gardening is why we're here.

There are four of us sisters. Joyce is the eldest. She's not interested in gardening whatsoever unless she can eat the fruits of her labor. Myself, the second of the group, am only interested in growing trees, shrubs, herbs, and flowers. And I accentuate 'flowers'.

Helen, the next in line, has basically the same interests in gardening as me. . . .if it grows, she'll plant it. It may take her a while and several movings before she's happy, but she'll eventually get what she wants where she wants it. Then the pampering begins.

It took us (Helen and me) years to get BS to even consider gardening - but boy did we ever create a monster!

BS is the youngest of the bunch...what a PAIN...don't bother telling her 'no'.......it just doesn't work! She never has learned the meaning of the word. Little Miss Priss (our nickname for her) was always too prim and proper to consider sweating, much less getting those dainty hands dirty or taking a chance on breaking a fingernail. SOW, if you'll eat about 1/2 cup of Jello every day or so, you can use those nails as a prybar, a screwdriver, and you can even dig a hole in the soil with your fingernails or pull fibrous roots out of the soil. A little soap, water, and a nail brush will getting them looking like new. Gloves? What's gloves? . . now that's a dirty word around here. Man, you've got the FEEL the soil to get the most benefit from gardening! If you're organized, you can even keep a bar of handsoap in your gardening cart and scrape your nails over it BEFORE you get to work! Makes cleaning up real easy!

Oh my gosh . .let's get back to BS.

When Helen or I tried to talk to her about gardening, she'd flip up that already turned up nose . . .give us a scowl then go on to other 'clean' topics!

Then about five or six years ago, something happened to her psyche .. suddenly she wanted to learn about gardening! Not only does she not understand "no", she doesn't understand "stop" -  when she gets a bee in her bonnet she won't stop until she knows all there is to know! For a girl in a prestigious position in the workforce, you'd think she'd know the meaning of No and Stop.. but wait, maybe it's because she doesn't know their meaning is why she has the position?

BS now puts both Helen and me to shame when it comes to gardening.  Not only does she grow some gorgeous flowers, after roping her hubby in, she grows her own vegetables and berries. Heaven help us when she retires and moves to her new home in North Carolina!

I'm introducing you to BS because she'll be doing a lot of posting on this blog. She was an excellent gaardening student and one of my prize pupils. She's knowledgable in most ever topic of gardening and will be an asset to the blog.

Trust me, you'll love almost as much as my sisters and I do.