I finally mowed the yard yesterday. The road ditch was still a bit sloppy and was full of deer tracks. Apparently they’ve been watering there the past week or two, since the ditch has a couple places where pools form in rainy weather. I saw where the hairy #^$%*&@s have eaten off my potato plant again. I put some concrete re-enforcement wire around it, but they either turned their heads sideways to get to it, or found the gap in the back where the wire lacked a few inches of meeting. That’s the second time, so I have serious doubts about how many potatoes the plant will produce, when it has to keep replacing leaves.
I think our resident mocking-bird has added a tree-frog call to its repertoire. I Guess I’ll be hearing that sound day and night now. That reminded me of years ago when one at the farm learned my whistle for the horse and kept the poor four-footed fellow in a state of confusion. He kept hearing me, but couldn’t see me!
Also, we went up to my brother-in-laws for an evening cookout in honor of his birthday. His family likes him, but they usually avoid him, since they can’t stomach his wife. She’s from “the wrong side of the river” and has the domineering, know-it-all, superior attitude that so many folks from across the state line seem to have. She wasn’t too bad, yesterday, though, and we all had a nice visit.
I don’t mean to insinuate that EVERYBODY over there is like my brother-in-law’s wife; there ARE a lot of nice folks over there, too. One came to mind recently. A guy from the far, northwest corner of that state was in the service with my dad during the big war, and he and Dad became buddies. We met up with him and some of his family in the early seventies when we went to pick my sister up at a summer camp where she was counselor. I think it was the very early 80’s when he and his wife and a couple kids dropped by the farm while they were on vacation. The land drops one inch in one mile where he’s from. He told of coming out our winding valley road at 15 MPH with both hands on the wheel, amazed to see other folks breezing around the bends with one hand on the wheel and the other arm hanging out the car window. He said he’d never driven in the “mountains” before. He was headed for the worst of the mountains in West Virginia, and we didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was hardly in the foothills yet. It was when they had some horrible storms up that way recently that I thought of him. Like Dad, though, he may have passed years ago.
Last night, I took the dog out to take a wiz and she dropped in a section of drive-way where the thin veneer of pea gravel is punctuated by small tufts of grass. As a small yellow river wound its way downhill, a granddaddy long-legs jumped from his grassy home and ran for his life. I think the dog wondered why I was laughing.
Technically, we’re having a heat wave in my neck-of-the woods. My wife and I are thankful for the air-conditioning in our truck and home. I just hope we don’t have a big power-outage like last year!
We had a relative visit tonight who has to always be the center of attention and the final authority on all matters. It was interesting to listen to her “remember” things that happened before she was born. Some people amaze me. © 2013-