I talked with Ann Hibbs for two hours this afternoon, remembering Rod. She told of his motivational tactics with her: “Ann, here’s a list of things the regional vice president is supposed to do. Do them and you will be the best RVP Southern Region has ever had.”
The American Daffodil Society lost one of its true statesmen on Friday morning, August 18, when Rod Armstrong, after a long and courageously and seemingly won victory over lung cancer, succumbed after a very private battle against leukemia. He was only 73.
We just received a much appreciated gift - five vine ripe tomatoes, picked because “we’re leaving on vacation and they will be no good when we get back.”
A reminder of how we always used to grow our own tomatoes, regular as summer clockwork. And we could again, if we’d get at it in a timely fashion.
Other than the crepe myrtles I talked about in last week’s column, we grow one other named variety, ‘Country Girl.’ Some summer, when we first finished the original picket fence, I went searching the nurseries for four fairly identical plants, and this one, a fairly deep red, was the only one to be found.
A great commotion started in the ’70s about (well, about a lot of things, actually) people talking to their plants. Of course you do - words of encouragement, words of praise, or maybe even threats, as old as the Old Testament, to the fig tree that wasn’t bearing fruit.
I’ve come to expect, whenever something spectacular in the horticultural world takes place, whenever a critical need is being addressed with diligence, to find the Garden Club of Jackson’s hardworking, resourceful, imaginative group of members is behind it.