Best Of…February – And The Winner Is…
…”Turn Around Bright Eyes”…the tail of me sharing my love of Bonnie Tyler’s timeless classic Total Eclipse Of The Heart…and my lack of ability to properly use the mute button on my phone at work while on a conference call. Second place went to “Gardening Is Good For the Soul”… chronicling my beginning adventures into gardening / landscaping…and the peaceful effect is has on my fragile psyche. Thanks again to everyone who took the time to vote for your favorite post.
Speaking of gardening and landscaping; as I spend more and more time outside working in my yard, I find myself wondering if it’s ok to name your plants…or would that be crossing the line between being eccentric and just plan nuts. I’m not saying I named the three I planted last weekend Huey, Dewey, and Louie, but if I had…would it make me crazy?
“I don’t suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.”
– Anonymous
COREYSAYS'S 
I never named my plants, but I did take a perverse pleasure in indentifying their common and Latin names. And their families. When I was in fifth grade, we spent a year learning how to indentify common northwest plants– like Oregon grape. I was awesome on the nature trails at Waskowitz and Don Bosco. Anyway, I would call my mustard plant– this tall, giant spindly affair I let bolt to almost six feet tall and flower, “my mustard plant.”. And there were my little basil plants, and my opium poppies, and my lovage, and my cherry tree . . . And I would definitely talk to them– kind of like I talk to Devon– lots of questions about water and food and lots of petnames composed on the spot using adjectives like “little.”. Ex: “oh, good morning little bay plant. Would you like some fish fertilizer?”
so yes. It is indeed crazy– but I have never been a woman who condones sanity or normalcy in lieu of passion.
Yes.