HEN and CHICKS

 

Son number two should have been called Nature Boy.  He always found something from the outside world to bring inside.  Snakes, birds, bees, wasps or any living thing that he found in his every day romps would end up in our home and several of the critters escaped and caused quite a ruckus.  Hard to go to sleep at night knowing there was a snake or spider or bumble bee on the lam. 

 

He also had a green thumb.  One summer we went on vacation and when we returned home the back yard was filled with gourd vines.  He had cleaned out several gourds to make bird houses and left the seeds  all over the yard only to germinate and spread while we were gone.  If you have never raised gourds you have missed a very unique stinky odor experience.  They really do smell bad.

 

He moved to Hawaii several years ago and left me his Hen and Chicks plant that he had nurtured going back to his college days which was probably thirty five or more years ago.  He moved it from Ruston, Louisiana to Shreveport, Louisiana, and then to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. He knows I love plants and since he couldn't take it with him to his new home across the ocean, he left it in my care.  The plant is still in its original container and has survived several harsh winters in the Ozarks sitting on my deck.

            It is still very productive and I have shared the Chicks with several relatives and friends. 

 

          Everybody needs to experience a son or two or three!