I didn't understand why in the world we would need to make our beds when we were just going to sleep in them again that night. I vowed that when I grew up, I would never tell my children 'because I told you so.' Being forced to eat whole grain bread was cruel and unusual punishment (and let's not even talk about spinach). And I certainly didn't understand how anyone could stand to watch that many episodes of the extremely boring home improvement show 'This Old House'.
Our differences also stretched to the garden. Those blue Hydrangeas that my mom loved? I informed her that blue flowers and green leaves do NOT match. Irises? Pretty flowers, but those leaves are too poky-looking. And in the fall when she bought Ornamental Kale, I thought they were the ugliest plants alive. Who in the world would buy a plant that looks like it should belong in (ugh) a salad?
Of course, now that I am grown up, my tastes have changed. I love Hydrangeas and blue flowers of any kind. I find myself looking for the types of Irises that my mom used to grow when I was young. My dislike of Ornamental Kale, however, held out for quite some time...
...until this year when I was looking for something to fill a fall-blooming container.
Well, since planted the Kale has edged out most of the pansies and pushed a little Juniper to the side in its quest for Gigantic Awesomeness. And you know what? I find that I don't mind a bit. In fact, I wonder how in the world I could dislike this plant for so long.
Oh, the brilliant fall color! The beautifully veined leaves!
And after a frost? Divine!
So I do apologize to my mother for criticizing her planting choice for so long. I am now off to go lie on my neatly made bed and watch some home improvement television after feeding my kids a healthy supper that included whole grains.
Hey, at least I didn't serve them spinach.