As of today, there are 50 days until spring. This makes me happy.
As of today, there are 50 days until my 50th birthday. This makes me____.
Sad? Not really. Glad? Not really. If you say old, I will cry. If you say young, I shall hug you.
I’m just not sure how to process this number.
I don’t feel old–I am the picture of health. I am able to enjoy a variety of activities for which I am thankful.
But, after watching my almost 3-year-old granddaughter for four days, I don’t feel young either.
I could look at the number as being 25 + 25. But when I turned 40, my husband jokingly told me he was going to trade me in for two 20′s. I don’t want to hear about that math again.
I could say that I will be 5-0. Change the name of the blog to Blonde Gardener 5-0. It could be the gardening counterpart to Hawaii 5-0. hmm..
I guess one consolation is that I will never be 50 squared because that would be 2500.
Maybe that’s why I grow so many heirloom flowers.
The peonies I have were given to me by my grandmother who got them from her mother. They are at least 80-90 years old. That’s one thing older than me.
The pinto beans I grow (Lina Sisco’s bird egg bean) can be dated back to the late 1800′s.
The daffodils are from the early 1900′s (Irene Copeland, Butter and Eggs, and Carlton)
and I can’t forget garden must haves like cosmos, celosia and hollyhocks whose seed was given to me years ago and I have no idea when these flowers came into the garden scene. (I’m certain it’s been more than 50 years though)
I’m glad we had this talk. I’m feeling better already.