As I have checked the blogs that I read frequently, I have noted that a good many people are going to be in Los Vegas for the Shadow Lane Party (someday I'll be able to go, too). That means that there will probably be a lot less blogging than usual. Unfortunately, there doesn't appear to be any play time on the horizon for me. So my plan is to go back and read the old posts on new blogs I've just recently had a chance to read for the first time. That way, I'll have a sense of some of the history I've missed.
That's my project for whenever it's raining (like it is right now). My other holiday weekend project is moving five cubic yards of rose soil (Yankees, it's what would pass as fair quality topsoil up north. On the Texas Gulf Coast top soil is a bunch of clay cut with sand. When it gets wet, it turns into cement) which has to be done by Monday night. I just hope it stays sort of like Camelot this weekend-the rain may never fall 'til after sundown, because otherwise it's going to be a very wet weekend for me. I got almost a yard of it moved this afternoon after it was delivered. I suspect that I may not move very well in the morning.
Friday, August 31, 2007
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Five cubic yards is a serious heap. Well let's hope the weather gods were on your side. Whenever I garden, I cannot but notice the incredible number of twigs that could be pressed into service as switches. No doubt this is due to an incident when my mother suggested we cut one in advance "just in case." Anyway, glad that you enjoy gardening -- I sort of do!
Brst
The weather gods were not on my side. Lots and lots of rain-even when not raining it was too soggy to move the dolly cart (fabulous substitute for a wheelbarrow) across with a full load. Even so, I did get half of the soil moved. Big plus, several neighbors with children saw me at work (even though the soil is mostly going to the back, the best they could do was get it part way up the drive) while they were out and stopped. I'd never had a chance to know them before!
Nothing for a good switch though. Everything that crashed down was dead, brittle and had lichens all over.
A Tom Sawyer situation, almost. Kids love dirt. Even better was a giant heap of sand that was moist enough to support tunnels. Good point about wheelbarrows -- a vanishing "machine." If the weather gods didn't cooperate, then maybe you haven't been sacrificing to them diligently. Or as Larry Craig is wont to say, maybe you have been naughty.
Nubbies, dead, lichens, and brittleness --- just about all the properties a good switch should lack. I still recall the fate of that switch "we" picked in advance. My mom stored it on top of the refrigerator as was the custom. I secretly put a chair nearby and reached up and retrieved it during a social event that had my parents' full attention. I promptly discarded it but foolishly in plain view. As days went by, all the green leaves (it was unpealed) turned brown as it lay on the ground. In retrospect (I love that pun) I wonder why I never bothered to dispose of it fully.
One last thought about being alive as a virtue of a good switch. The life makes for flexibility and that keeps it from breaking. Perhaps a metaphor here for a larger, beyond the scene, domain. Anyway, when a switch broke, that could be the end of the spanking OR it could merely signal a pause. One of my friends showed up one evening a little stiff and sad. I asked why. I really didn't know. He said that he got a three switch spanking for breaking two glasses washing dishes. He claimed his mom broke all three switches over him. However, he didn't offer any visual evidence and he did like to brag about how easy I had it and how hard he got it. So, gardening has many layers of meaning for some of us!
Brst
BRST, I love your latest comment enough that it will become the basis for a future post...
But first I have to finish the one (which may end up being two) that PainHealer has inspired and moving the other 2.5 cubic yards of rose soil.
Enjoy your shortened work week.
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