A Field of Daisies and a Blackout

July 17th, 2009

A few weeks ago I noticed that some daisies were emerging on the small hillside behind our house.  I was both surprised and relieved to see them appear.  Last Fall, B.J., a fellow member of my church mentioned that he was digging up a bunch of his daisies to make room for a water feature in his back yard.  He asked me if I wanted them.  ”Hell yes!’  I said, and then I remembered I was in church and said, “I mean Heck yes… Heck!  Heck!  I meant to say Heck!”  B.J. just looked at me the same way a lot of people look at me which is sort of a sideways glance with more than a small glint of concern and fear and said he would bring the daisies over soon.

A few days later, I came home from work to find my driveway filled with daisies.  B.J. had dropped off buckets and buckets and buckets of daisies.  I took one look at all those daisies and collapsed in a broken heap of lost humanity never to rise again.  There was no way I was going to get all those daisies in the ground.

No. Way.

Never.  

NEVER!  

What’s worse is that in just a few days the entire church was scheduled to appear at our house for an annual cook-out and hayride.  I couldn’t just let those daisies die a slow death in my driveway and then toss them in the north forty.  I had to make it look like a natural death… like an act of God… like mother nature had killed all those buckets full of daisies and not me!

I told the Country Doctor about my dilema,  ”Do you have a drug or a serum?” I asked him, “Or maybe you could just back over the daisies with the tractor and I could say that you killed them and not me…. It is no big deal if you kill off a driveway full of daisies… you’re a DOCTOR… people expect you to be heartless and robotic and kill things occasionally!  It fits your character!  But I work at a Garden Center!  I am supposed to bring things to life and fill the world with flowers!”

The Country Doctor just looked at me the way a lot of people look at me which is with a great deal of despair mixed with large dollops of horror.  

It is at this point in the story that I must have suffered a long black-out that lasted approximately twelve months because when I saw those daisies emerging from the hillside behind my house, I ran and found the Country Doctor and said,”Honey!  HONEY!  HONEY!!!  Remember those daisies?  Remember!  The Daisies that B.J. brought over and that I asked you to pretend to accidentally kill?”  

I think you can imagine how he was looking at me at this point.

“Well guess what!”  I continued, ” I planted them and they are all coming up!”

At this point, the Country Doctor’s normal pitying look turned a little icy around the edges.  ”You didn’t plant those daisies,” he said, “I planted those daisies… I broke my back to plant those daisies before the church cookout last year.”

“Oh….” 

“And it was a hundred degrees outside and that dirt on that hillside was as hard as stone.”

“Oh… well I guess daisies do well without any care.” I shakily replied.

“What do you mean without any care?”  he demanded.  ”I planted them, I watered them, I treated them better than I treat my trees!”

“Oh….  I just didn’t remember that… probably because of uh… the heat… and uh… the blackout…” I shakily replied

“What blackout?”

“You know… the blackout.  The blackout!  THE BLACK OUT!!!  

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

The blackouts I have when I feel all weak and shaky and then people dump a boat load of daisies in the driveway!” 

“Oh yeah… those black outs.”

“Oh… don’t those blackouts me!” I hissed.  ”You know very well that I am practically at death’s door at all times and I only struggle on for the sake of you and your children.

“Right.” he replied.

“No one on the face of the earth is more heroic than I am.” I announced.

“I’ll remember that.” he sighed.

“Good!” I exclaimed, “And I’ll try to remember that it was you who planted all those daisies!”

“Okay…”

“And… your daisies… they look nice.”

“Thanks.”

Special note to self…

Please try and remember that someone at work gave the Country Doctor some Canna bulbs and HE planted them… not YOU… HE!!!


Comments

  • I love daisies, no matter who planted them. They are such happy flowers! Sorry for your year long black-out! you really should see a Dr. for that!!!!!
    sandy

  • I’m sitting here laughing out loud.
    Yes, please remember that they are now HIS daisies, not yours.
    And PLEASE, warn me beforehand that I might want to put down my watermellon before reading your post or I will CHOKE ON IT!

    Charity

  • And, he did a fine job. They’re beautiful!!! :)

  • susan in FL:

    Just remember to repeat often “do you know how much I love you?” Then smile and remind hm you are the mother of his sons, and it sure would have been nice if he’d given you at least one daughter. LOL

  • Amy:

    OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO FUNNY! I just laughed out loud, at work I might add, and had tears spewing out of my eyes! I love reading your blog. I’m still not over the daydreaming of unicorns post, that was soooo FUNNY and that was the moment I added you to my favorites. Thanks for my afternoon laugh!

    Amy (in bama!!)

  • Kait:

    Jeez Louise. Between you and your sister and your husbands and your children I am over-medicated. They say laughter is the best medicine so I should be able to compete in the next Ironman competition.

  • I wonder would he have given you credit if you had planted them? You know men are like that. They take out one bucket of trash and they think they just saved the whole world.

  • Elizabeth:

    You know very well that I am practically at death’s door at all times and I only struggle on for the sake of you and your children.
    Wow, you have so neatly encapsulated my life’s theme! I think I may print that onto a shirt to wear around the house.

  • LEILAH:

    You are a lovely writer

  • Dee from Tennessee:

    Oh and I love daisies. Love them and don’t even have nary a one on the place.

    I’ve used this quote from Steel Magnolias all week in this household (after reading a comment at PW)….”I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair ” ….my version of a blackout, I guess. I think it’s going to become my new standard.

  • Hahaha! Thanks for the laugh!

    I’ll have to remember to try the blackout thing on my husband…