Mrs. Teabody Prefers Hard Copy
Good Morning from Chez Teabody where it is not quite sunrise but still light enough to see the outlines of the towering and leafless trees this second day of spring. Nonetheless those with a few dozen springs in our experience can easily spot favorite hedges of starting-to-yellow forCynthia, crops of emerging daffs and that most ephemeral of blooming trees, the magnolia. Mrs. Teabody is most grateful for this bright new season and for the warmish days that permit garden preparation. Just two days ago when the fierce air blew cold and damp Mrs. Teabody visited a garden center where she held the door for a gentleman pushing against the wind with a cart laden with cabbage plants and lettuces. "Are you going to plant those on such a day?" The gentleman paused, snorted, wiped his nose with a handkerchief pulled from his pocket: "No, I'll have my STAFF plant them," he replied and his eyes sparkled. "Is yours a very large staff?" "Well, ther