tales that I found . . . My elderly grandma loved to cook, and my granddad loved gardening. One day she needed an onion for her meatloaf, and went to the mesh bag he had hung near the back door to get one. They both found the resulting dish tasty — although different. The next morning, as he reached for the mesh bag, Granddad announced that he had better plant those tulip bulbs before it rained. My aunt, whose talents do not include gardening, was planting seeds in her garden one afternoon when I dropped by to visit. As I gazed at her not-too- straight rows, I suggested that she mark each row so that she would know what she had planted. Without hesitation she replied, "Young lady, this is a garden, not a cemetery. I expect all of these seeds to come up and identify themselves." :-x IT WAS such a beautiful spring like day that I went out in my yard to do some gardening. I saw my neighbor diligently planting rosebushes and walked over to advise her that she would have better luck if she waited a few weeks. But before I could say anything, she placed her forefinger on her lips. As we walked back into my yard, she whispered, "I know it's a little early and you know it's a little early, but I don't think the roses know."
