My dad comes from a long line of frugal farmers.
Daddy has always had a garden of some sort, and planting is just part of my DNA.
So when the seed catalogs begin to arrive, and they already have… yippee!!!, I begin to be very excited.
I sit and peruse them till the pages are worn.
I make list after list, refining it as I go, making sure that I have just the right plants for the upcoming year.
I revel in the smell of spring when the sun begins to warm the earth, and I can always be found sitting outside just breathing in the delicious smell of wet warm dirt.
I don’t know much about the long line of my mother’s people, but I suspect that they were some sort of royalty.
I like my jewelry, and I only wear the real thing.
I like to be waited on. hand. and. foot.
I’d much prefer others to cook for me.
Imported chocolate is the best.
I don’t like to get dirty, I wear pink all the time, and I do not like to sweat.
I am a princess!
These things totally conflict with the extremely frugal farmer in me.
So, sometime around the first of May, you will find me outside trying to plant things, without touching the dirt, because ewwwwwww dirt is dirty, and I don’t want it under my fingernails.
Along with a cook, and a maid, I think I need to hire a gardener.