A few snaps from the Garden of my mother, Joyce Tlustos, on August 24, 2018 in SW Sioux Falls, SD. As the sign indicates, Mom was, is, and will always be an Avant Gardener. What makes a person an Avant Gardener? I don’t know. I suspect a particular, whimsical attitude has something to do with it. I suspect age does not.
It was my birthday last week. Actually it is “our birthday”, meaning me AND my mom. We were both involved in my birth, which I understand was a rather unusual and taxing ordeal, so the day is as much my mom’s as it is mine.
This year to celebrate we had lunch in downtown Sioux Falls at the Phillips Avenue Diner. We both had the jambalaya, which as always was excellent. If you think you can’t get excellent cajun/creole food in the Great Northern Plains, think again.
Afterwards we went to the 2017 Sioux Empire Farm Show, a gargantuan celebration of all things agriculture. This year’s show was ginormous, taking up every room, every inch of hallway and probably every broom closet at the Sioux Falls Convention Center, Area, and Denny Sanford Center. One of the reasons for needing all that room was the unbelievable scale of modern farm equipment. Below are a couple of examples. My mother is in both pictures. She’s around 5′ 1″. Calling that green mountain a simple “grain wagon” seems somehow lacking, as is the “spraying rig” in the bottom photo. If someone mentions the word “agribusiness” and your mind goes to a scene from the 70’s TV show “Green Acres” or even the moving “Field of Dreams”, you may be in need of an update. It was a great way to spend “our” birthday together. Love you mom!