Masters Gardener

Over the past couple of years I have been patiently waiting for a Master Gardener class to become available through my local extension service office. The one that finally opened was scheduled to take up half a day each week; after careful consideration I instead decided it best to honor my responsibilities and commitments to my employer and customers and spend that time at work. So alas, there will be no newly broadened knowledge base, no new certifications, no glory in achievement.

As a consolation prize, I declared myself a Masters Gardener Monday evening before the storm. The bamboo flagpole was moved to a more prominent location and rigging hardware was added. Slowly the souvenir picked up this past weekend in Augusta was raised above the original plot of beds and allowed to flap in the strong winds preceding the storm.

The plants were unimpressed.

Family rolled their eyes.

Friends and neighbors pretended there was some normal and obvious reason that one should fly a golf flag on bamboo in his yard.

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Seriously, some progress has been made (new plantings, new beds, new “cleanup landscaping”) that will be reported in the next day or two.