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Disney garden parties

By Jane Bokun

Awhile back, I started noticing I didn’t have any real hobbies, so I thought maybe: gardening.

Lots of people say they love it and can attest that sticking their hands in the dirt makes them feel somehow grounded (pun intended). So, I went to a local greenhouse and bought some tomatoes called Early Girls. They seemed to be bigger and would bloom earlier.

In fact, they were a huge hit. They grew light green, then deep red and shiny on my back porch in about two months and before I knew it, I was handing out my juicy friends as gifts in attractive baskets I found in a thrift store. I would have put a bow on the basket, but Meghan Markle stole my thunder with her new Netflix show, “With Love, Meghan.”  Markle put a bow on a jar of pretzels.

“They’re from my garden,” I would say at a party in a sustainable farmer-like manner.

Then, of course, everyone started saying, “I grow tomatoes, too.”

“Boo.”

They all stole my thunder. So, when I got an invite to cover the Epcot International Flower and Garden Festival for 2025, I went to find new audiences to show off my tomato growing expertise and to find the secrets of their fabulous topiaries and mind-blowing flower arrangements. The festival goes until June 2 at Epcot International Flower and Garden Festival in Epcot. Like usual, Disney World doesn’t disappoint, ever. There were more than 200,000 plants, birds, butterflies and enough beauty to overfill Epcot.

I was looking for something to perk me up from the doldrums of Chicago’s winters (I’ve taken to never leaving my house and only changing clothes on a need-to-know basis) and I found it, a change in my attitude and a reason to live. At the Flower and Garden Festival, there are Master gardeners galore and even doctors who are tagging actual butterflies and finding out which colors they like: spoiler alert, red.

According to Disney professionals, gardening focuses on creating peaceful sanctuaries for mental wellness. Landscaping experts also encourage spaces where you can meditate, read, or simply unwind. Imagine your own garden as a retreat to slow down and engage with nature. This deepens your outdoors connection and promotes mindfulness.

Ground covers, like those covering in and around the topiaries, are an essential element in any well-designed garden. Not only do they add lush greenery and vibrant color, but they also serve practical purposes like suppressing weeds, conserving soil moisture, and preventing erosion. Whether you’re looking to fill in a shady spot, add texture to a sunny slope, or simply reduce the amount of lawn you need to mow, ground covers are a versatile and beautiful solution. At Disney, the ground covers can even be used to eat. They made a moss-covered chocolate cupcake which made my day. There were topiaries made to look like Woody, Bo Peep, Phineas and Ferb, Mickey and Minnie and many more. There were floating gardens and even fresh smells from Scentsy to compliment the gardens.

Representing Japan, there is a Kokedama Garden, Shi-odoshi and even a Bonsai collection which I really wanted to learn how to handle. In England, there was a Shakespeare Garden and even an English Tea Garden presented by Twinings® Tea company.  Food came from everywhere including a Farmer’s Fest with grilled asparagus, scallops and blueberry crumble pie, among the tamer food offerings.

One of the most notable scientists, Dr. Jaret Daniels, met us in the Butterfly exhibit. He says everyone at Disney is most knowledgeable in their fields.

“You’ve never seen so many nerds in your life,” Daniels says.

 He is also a curator at the Florida Museum of Natural History’s McGuire Center for Lepidoptera & Biodiversity, the largest global research center for the study of butterflies and moths.

So, he knows his nerds.

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Trump. Trump. Kamala

By Jane Bokun

It’s 3 a.m and I am anxiously looking at my newish phone every hour on the hour. Sleep is eluding me, but I’m in here in my 60s giving it the old college try. The old joke is how to sleep when you’re old? Sit in a chair. 

Yesterday, I got a call from a good friend asking if I wanted to cover the recent Donald J. Trump talk with Bloomberg News for her beautiful magazine called “Felix.” The show’s at the Fairmont Hotel, just around the corner from a hotel I booked for the night called the Chicago Millenium. After I looked at the comments on the hotel’s website, I noticed someone said there was blood on the sheets, nice, and it took me back. 

I’m here because I said yes to the dress, yes to covering Trump. Yes, to everything. I felt like a young cub reporter, and I realized how much I missed that feeling, all problems, and nerves and then no problems booze wouldn’t cure. 

Press had to meet at the hotel at 5:30 a.m. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten up that early. I trained my newborn to get up at 9 a.m. This might be a problem. 

“You’re always late,” my sister and nephew said. “Get there early.” 

I split the difference and arrived at 4 a.m. where I expected heavy Secret Service pat downs. But nothing.  I sat there until 5:30 a.m. and then meandered to a ballroom where they Secret Service) told me to put my camera down and leave it until 9:30 a.m. I then went back to my questionably sheeted hotel and went back to sleep. After that, it was time to see Trump and Bloomberg Editor-in-chief John Micklethwait. 

The reason we all convened was because Trump was addressing the Economic Club of Chicago ahead of the Nov. 5 election. The former president, and current GOP nominee, was interviewed by Micklethwait, whose name appears to be a mouthful. 

The press section, about 100 reporters, were seated behind members of the Economic Club who had drinks and breakfast. The press had coffee and seemed to be thoroughly pissed off. Maybe if we had croissants? Trump also was late, hours late. 

“Is this normal?” I asked a fellow old man reporter.” He doesn’t care,” the man said. 

Once he was on the podium, it was hard to stay mad at him. In my view, he was genuinely funny and I’m a sucker for laughter since I’ve had so few giggles since age 60. He started by talking tariffs and said he loves them for China. 

Micklethwaite in a heavy British accent (love that for United States elections) countered Trump on every idea. 

“You’ve been wrong your whole life,” Trump said to Micklethwait. Kinda made me think Trump has zero fucks left to give. 

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Nuts & Bolts – A Lesser Sign of Aging

By Kathy Bryson, Banana Peel guest columnist

Aging is a funny thing. It sneaks up on you, small and ignorable. You think you need the gym when you get thicker around the middle, but you don’t worry about it because you’ve finally gotten to a point in life where you can afford a gym! Then suddenly you pull a muscle, and two days of ice packs and Advil remind you that you’re not as young as you used to be.

For me, the eye-opener came after a day’s recovery from painting.  That’s when I started to plan home improvement, starting with buying a mesh garden cart to haul heavy things. I found one online and had it delivered. I’ve built IKEA furniture. How hard could it be?

A model of Kathy putting together IKEA furniture. Time, tide and IKEA wait for no man.

I didn’t make it past the 1st step. Whether it was lack of strength or loss of dexterity, I could not screw the nuts on the bolts. I thought, “Oh man, they sent the wrong size” and fired off an email complaint to the online store. But, since I didn’t really want to send everything back, I also called my brother.

My brother is actually improving with age. He’s gone from being a know-it-all to being an invaluable resource.

“Send me a picture,” he said and then explained, “That’s a locking nut. It’s not too small. It has a rubber gasket inside to keep it from coming off.” Then he explained how to use two wrenches to get the thing on.

Well, that was good to know. The fact that the locking nuts have been around since 1931 was a little harder to take. I mean, I have put together a lot of IKEA furniture and have an impressive collection of Allen wrenches to prove it. It should not take me three hours and two phone calls to put together a little cart. But then it occurred to me that I’d moved pass college-age furniture into the adult leagues and felt better – until I realized I owed the online store an apology!

About Kathy Bryson – As the writing tutor and sometimes professor, Kathy Bryson works regularly with students who reminder her not to be an old fart. She’s also an award-winning author of tongue-in-cheek fantasy who appreciates a good joke. You can learn more about her work – academic and ironic – at www.kathybrysonbooks.com