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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

What's your pickle?

What's your pickle?

The other day, I watched an old Andy Griffith Show, the one about Aunt Bea's pickles.  "Ya see" (that's Andy talk) Aunt Bea made some homemade pickles, and Andy and Barney acted like they liked them, even though they hated them. The pickles were awful and tasted just like kerosene. They did this on account of they didn't want to hurt Aunt Bea's feelings.

Early in that episode, after Aunt Bea dropped off a plate of her pickles at the courthouse for Andy and Barney to eat, Barney turned to Andy and said, "I don't think I can face the future knowing there are eight more quarts of these pickles out there".

As soon as I heard that sentence, my thoughts turned to gardening, as they always do.

"I don't think I can face the future knowing there are eight more quarts of these pickles out there."

I wondered about some of  the "pickles" in my life and garden. What causes me to not want to face the future as long as those "pickles" are a part of it?

I suppose technically my "pickles" ought to be something that someone gave me, thinking I liked them, when really I didn't, but I am too nice to tell them, just like Andy and Barney were too nice to tell Aunt Bea about her pickles. So I just smile and accept that "pickle" every time it's offered. 

Really, though, I can't think of any of those kinds of pickles. Even if I could, I wouldn't post about them online because the "pickler-maker" might see the post, and it could hurt his or her feelings. No sir-ee, that is not somthing I'm fixin' to do cause folks' feelings would just get hurt unnecessarily. (More Andy talk.)

My main "pickles" right now are things that no one has control over and many other people don't like either. But they still fit the thought expressed by Barney.  "I don't think I can face the future knowing there are eight more quarts of these pickles out there".

I don't think I can face the future knowing there are more dry months ahead of us.

I don't think I can face the future knowing there are thistle growing in my garden, taking it over.

I don't think I can face the future knowing there are still over three months until the elections.  (Oops, that's not related to gardening at all!)

Of course, I will face the future. But unlike Andy and Barney, I'm not going to try to get rid of my "pickles".  Even if I could get rid of them, those "pickles" would just come back again, the same way the real pickles came back to haunt Andy and Barney.

Whatever happens, will happen. Bring it on. Bring on the "pickles". Bring on the dry months and the thistle. I'm sure I can handle it. I'll just water and weed. I'll just grin and bear it, and enjoy those "pickles".


Yes, Dr. Hortfreud.

This must be one of the most far-reaching gardening posts you've ever written, comparing Aunt Bea's pickles to stuff you don't want to face in the future. You must have spent one too many hours out in the hot sun without enough water to drink.  I don't think I can face the future knowing you might write more posts like this one.

Funny, Dr. Hortfreud. Very funny.  What's your pickle?


Karin / Southern Meadows said...

I had to laugh about the thistle growing in your garden because I have seen some pretty cool ones this summer and was thinking of planting one in my garden. My kids start school next week (already!) and I can't face that summer vacation is over already!

Heidi/IN Woodland Gardener said...

The Painted Lady butterfly needs your thistle as a host plant and the Goldfinches need the thistle seed for food and the bloom tuft to line their nests. Enjoy your entertainment on your thistle!

Heidi/IN Woodland Gardener said...

oops! forgot to say my is those plants I didn't want or ask for but are given by friends and then I forget it's name.

Cindy, MCOK said...

My pickles: summer in Texas.

Layanee said...

I just loved that show. Let's see, the latest pickle here is squishing the squash bugs...there are always more to squish.

Virtual Assistant Services said...

I don't like the taste of pickle but my mom forces me to eat it. She said that its good for me. So I did. And now I'm used to its taste.

Anonymous said...

Boo-hoo, I saw the headline and the photo and I thought, Now Carol is going to share a wonderful recipe with us! That gal has time for everything!

Commonweeder said...

My pickle is the drought and the fact that my water comes from a well. Still, I'm trying to replant for a late fall harvest and using row covers to extend the season. The row covers also foil the rabbits who are my other big pickle this year.

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