All this talk of time. Time is a funny thing. Clocks, sundials, signs. When I was growing up, we had a sign that hung in the bathroom. It said something like the length of a minute depended on which side of the bathroom door you were on. Pretty true, especially in a one bathroom house with five plus kids.
My mind goes so much faster these days. I wish I had its energy. I would love to be able to accomplish just a smidgen of my bright ideas. But then again, that could be dangerous.
Here is my latest challenge to myself and to all John B. McLemore and S-Town fans:
If you will mail a packet of flower seeds to me I will scatter them. My 40 year partner in crime, Mrs. Crystal Moore Phipps, has promised to assist. Reagen will supervise as always.
I also promise to document this project. I would love to receive them from all over the world. My goal is to create a trail from Exit 97 past his former driveway and on to the Cahaba River.
I stole the idea from Mrs. Lady Bird Johnson and thought it would make a fitting tribute. I love her quote, “Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
I used to love to drive down the interstate and see flowers blooming. I would love to see it around my home.
Please mail your seeds:
50 Rotenberry Lane
Woodstock, AL 35188
Thanks for EVERYTHING and scatter some around your home.