So Danny and I are back from our two week tour east of the Mississippi River and lived to tell the tale. For those of you who don't partake in car trips, it is 1300 miles and 24 hours car time ONE WAY. And since we did come back home, it was double that. But far be it from me to complain, but let's just say my booty may never be the same.
Being back in Kentucky revived many memories from my childhood. One of my precious memories is of my late grandmother is that she had hydrangea plants beside her front porch. When I was small I didn't know they were hydrangea plants, I called them "Snowball Plants" because to me the blooms looked like snowballs. I don't know how I reconciled the pink and blue ones with my snowball theory but logic never was my long suit.
Well, while I was in Kentucky, my mom told me that she had the last surviving specimens of Grandma's Methodist Plants and she offered to share them with me. I was planning to get my plants from her on the last night we were in Kentucky.
My mom kept the Methodist Plants on a screened area near her back door with her other plants. The plants were sitting on a ledge beside some brick steps that led to my mom's basement. On the next to the last night we were in Kentucky, a rather large storm came through the area. There was rain and strong wind. The wind blew all her plants down onto the brick steps and their destruction EXCEPT the Methodist Plants.
It was as if Grandma was protecting her plants for me.
But the plants were safe and I put my share in a little pot and put them in the cup holder for their trip to my house in New Mexico.
Which, if you remember, was 1300 miles and 24 hours car time.
Thank you, Grandma. I love you.