June 23, 2002

Flotsom from Floyd Gardening

Flotsom from Floyd


~^~ Ever heard of digital gardening? Yep. Invented it myself. Really zaps those bean beetles, totally non-polluting and actually, low tech. Method: use terminal digits of thumb and index finger. Digitally compress insect. Wipe fingers on jeans.

~^~ For all those to whom we bragged about how many blackberries and black raspberries we were going to have this summer: Sorry. Temps in the low 20s 5 nights in a row in Mid-May pretty well wiped them out, especially the raspberries. If we had invited you out to pick, we'll put you on the list for next year.

~^~ We are in the midst of a drought (who isn't?) and really need rain. Hay made about 60% of normal (drought plus the freeze) and the fields are brown as August. I rigged a watering system for the garden using a small pump (from Northern Supply) and a lawn-and-garden battery. We can get water from the creek...but only as long as the creek flows. So far, fine, but please Lord, send rain this week!


~^~ I have been thinking about my flight home on Tuesday, how the flight out of O'hare made me remember all the many tricky take-offs and landings I have made from there and from Urbana-Champaigne in a Cessna. I actually crashed into the main hanger at Urbana once. Now its been about 5 years since I piloted an aircraft. Yep... 'cause I never upgraded to the Windows version of Flight Simulator.

~^~ We may now be Presbyterians...again. And via a tip from a blogger-son of a reformed theologian whose books grace our shelves. Serendipity? Providence? We have been church hunting for five years, so it feels like Providence. It is the Virginia Tech church for the denomination, lots of international students and Tech faculty, not too big, and a 40-minute drive. I have a lot of respect for the pastor who is very articulate and intelligent, understands what he believes, and is very unpretentious.

~^~ Along with the flower-children of Floyd, I helped with some of the construction/preparation for the Floyd World Music Festival on Saturday. (Self-serving, really: they 'paid' volunteers $8 per hour worked off the ticket price of $40 per day). The presenters of the festival are also the owners of Oddfellows Cantina; they served over 120 people lunch of gourmet food on paper plates, and ice-cold beer, with a bluegrass band playing for three hours while folks worked. There were too many indians and not enough chiefs, so I'm not sure they got there money's worth for the day. But it was fun.

~^~ It was interesting how we dealt with our friends death this week. Ann found solace in walking down the lane picking wildflowers. She has finally understood my saying once that 'flowers are some of the best friends I have': individuals die but the flower comes back year after year, always the same, always perfect. I found a bit of comfort Saturday night, standing on the bridge over the branch, under the night stars and the waxing moon. Like walking in a cemetery, star-gazing to me is very grounding kind of exercise. Brings to mind Psalm 8:

"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?"

I'll shut up. Just needed to vent. It's been a tough couple of days.

Posted by fred1st at June 23, 2002 08:34 PM
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