Must Love Livestock… ?
Submitted by High Altitude Gardening Blog
I just wasted $3.99 on that romantic chic flick, ‘Nights in Rodanthe‘ and I want my money back.
Love In a Mist: Crazy little heirloom.
Like everyone else in the U.S. of A, I was at a Superbowl party a few Sundays ago. Mine was more interesting than yours because it was hosted by a man I’ve had a crush on for far too long. [He's tall and handsome so, naturally, he doesn't even know I'm alive.]
I don’t watch Superbowl for the commercials. Nor do I care for the game. I’m in it for the food! I’ve been a tenacious little calorie counter all year long. The only time I get to misbehave is when I’m at somebody else’s house!
To my dismay, there wasn’t much food. And, the other guests seemed genuinely interested in watching the game, though that gave me ample opportunity to snoop around his house ~ unsupervised!
My first big observation was that his place was spotless. [I fondly recall the last time my house was spotless. It was the day before we moved in.]
Then I noticed he didn’t have any pets. No cats, no dogs, not even a goofy, little hamster. I am DYING to know how you can raise kids and not get suckered into owning pets. I blame my current menagerie on my daughter’s persuasive powers.
Pet people I understand. Or, at least I think I do. I like to unfairly label them based on my own broad generalizations:
- Dog lovers are messy, loyal and loud.
- Cat lovers are tidy, smart and a little more independent.
- Horse lovers are absolutely wonderful. Perfect in every way.
And, me? I love all animals (hamsters not so much.) So you can label me as either easy-going or non-committal. You could also label me confounded ~ as to why I’d desire the attention of someone so very different from me.
Nigella damascena ‘Love in a Mist’ is a pretty heirloom perennial masquerading as an annual. She has this weird foliage that tries to out-do the true blue flowers. After bloom, she produces insane seed pods that add great texture to the garden. She’ll also reseed until you throw in the towel. But, that’s a story for another day…
