Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A Watched Pot Never...Sprouts!

Of course, I'm talking about tiny little pots that are littering every sunny surface available! It seems there are two kinds of seeds: the "OOOHH, They're UP already!!!!" and the "AARGH! What's taking them so long?"

Now, I suppose you really fancy-dancy gardeners will consult the seed packet to see how many more days you will have to wait before seeing a tiny seedling. But you know darn well, that I'm not doing that! No, I'm not no fancy-dancy garden gal! No, instead I want to check the seeds twice daily until I see signs of life. I like lifting the lid and seeing the tiniest of stems so new it's still white! I take all this peeking time to introduce myself to the plants. Yes, I do introduce myself! (I already told you that I'm not fancy-dancy!)

I say, "Hello there, babies! How are my little sweet things? Did you
know that you're going to grow to be big, healthy, and full of blooms?
Yes, you are! You're a real beauty I can tell."


Okay, the baby talk may not be necessary but the carbon dioxide can't do them any harm, can it? So I talk...and sometimes...just sometimes...once in a while...sing a little. So what? It's not crazy to sing to plants! IT'S NOT!!! People have been doing it for centuries.

So here's my question...Is it crazy to sing Rocky Top? After all it is a song about not being able to grow corn because well...the dirt is too rocky by far.

Wish that I was on ol' Rocky
Top Down in the Tennessee hills
Aint' no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top Half bear, other half cat
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop I still dream about that.
Rocky Top you'll always be Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee

Once two strangers climbed ol' Rocky Top
Lookin' for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top
Reckon they never will
Rocky Top you'll always be Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee

Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
Dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar
Rocky Top you'll always be Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee

I've had years of cramped-up city life
Trapped like a duck in a pen
All I know is it's a pity life
Can't be simple again
Rocky Top you'll always be Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky TopRocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee

3 comments:

Cinj said...

Interesting, I've never heard (seen?) that song. I sing to mine too, especially when I'm watering or deadheading so I don't think you're weird at all. Thank God the poor things don't have ears though, they'd probably start to bleed if they hear me!

garden girl said...

After all these years, I've never lost those feelings of delight and wonder at the sight of sprouting seeds, or that feeliing of impatience with the slower-sprouting ones!

Robin's Nesting Place said...

I was wondering how your seedlings were doing. I'm not sure how I missed this post. Sometimes they do seem to take forever, then others seem to pop up overnight.