I Miss You, Holly Hayes
I woke up Saturday morning, ready for a day of chaos. My husband was out of town, on business. My son had a T-ball game at 10 am. At 1 pm, my friend was dropping her son off for a play date as a part of our swap kids/spend time with our husbands life-balance strategy. I had a house that still needed cleaning, laundry that needed to be put away, and meals that needed to be planned for the week.
I didn't look forward to waking up to chipper kids at 5:30am.
But I did. I let them mill about the house as I tried to chipper myself up with some coffee. If you asked me what a perfect day would be like for me, it would begin in peace: cup of hot java in one hand, San Jose Mercury News in the other. I'd start the first hour of my day like that, every day, if I could. But I rarely have such a luxurious opportunity these days. Still, I am able to get a cup of coffee down at home, and one on the road as I drop my son off at school. And the newspaper will sit on the table until I find a moment to pick it up during the day. I don't always have that moment. Many days my husband is the only one who gets to read it. But Saturday...that's my day. The Home and Garden section, where I can read tips on what needs to be done in the garden that month, explore the luscious world of tomato options for my upcoming spring planting, and learn about how to prevent coddling moths from ruining the apples from my tree. I also get to catch up with my favorite Mercury News Journalist and Master Gardener, Holly Hayes.
If you read my previous post on gardening with my son, Yay! It's Broccoli! you know I love gardening. I'm still somewhat of a novice, but after 5 years, I'm getting pretty decent, if I do say so myself! A big part of why I've become a better gardener is owed to Holly Hayes. Every week I would seek out her articles in the newspaper, especially in Saturday's gardening section. I remember her instructional pieces on growing tomatoes in upside down pots. I tried and failed. But my dad was successful! I remember when she bought a new house, with a backyard covered in concrete which she diligently drilled up to create planter boxes. I thought to myself, I did that, too, just years earlier! I wanted to write in and offer her advice — as though she needed my piddly little garden tips!Continued on the next page