Back to doing what comes easy can sometimes be a darn it you do and darn if you don't. Fall is here and I am kind of happy to see the hot days of summer disappear, plus not having to mow the lawn, is also right up there too.
Here we are starting toward the end of September, in a dry period that will finish off my garden. Usually I will have to pick tomatoes the day before frost is forecasted. Most of my plants have already dried up. I will miss my home grown vegetables, especially my mators. I would guess now is the time to sow turnip greens.
Is fall in the air or what? These temperatures are feeling fine and could stay here all year long. Of course, we need hotter weather to make okra and tomatoes grow. Cold weather is needed for some seeds to germinate, after laying dormant in the ground.
I am hoping that you had a wonderful Labor Day weekend, just like yours truly. The weather has been very warm, but with rain showers in the neighborhood, a cooling factor is applied. I am not sure when my editor is expecting me to have my article sent in, so I am sneaking in this past Sunday, to be able to meet my deadline.
Have you checked out our newest contribution in our county? You must go to our, The Wilson Post on Facebook, like us, and scroll down untill you find the video of, "Wilson Post in Motion". Here you will find local news and happenings before they hit the print. If you get lucky on the right day, you will find me and Anthony Gray, or maybe even a guest, let you in on what's going on in my article, Our Feathered Friends.
Please say goodbye to the Wilson County Fair till next year. My poor old feet has taken a beating, almost to the point of tears. It all started last Tuesday night where I was singing in the Fiddlers Grove Melrose Church.
It's here again. I do mean the Wilson County Fair. It doesn't seem like a full year has come and gone again.
Well, we enjoyed another great weekend with the weather nice and sunny. Since we had the rain back last Wednesday, my garden is thankful. My okra needs rain, but it really produces when the temperature get into the high nineties.
We have come to a very dry period now and my okra is loving it. You can almost sit outside and watch it grow. I just hope it doesn't stay this way. There are times that we need rain so the lawn mowing people can make their money, just not too much too soon. That can cause the tomato's skin to bust.
I wrote about the diorama of Bairds Mill in our last weeks, The Wilson Post and the community that sprang up around it. This past Friday, they had the dedication at the Dixon Merritt Nature Center, with Park Manager, Wayne, (Buddy) Ingram, Bill Baird, direct decendant of the Baird family, Peter Burrs, and Stanley Merritt. This will be on permanent display at the nature center at the Cedars of Lebanon State Park
Well, what a sweltering week we had, I didn't know that I could sweat so much, just by walking outside. We've seen hotter, but that is usually reserved for August. It kind of makes it easier to can tomatoes when they come off the vine half cooked.
There was so much that happened last week that I didn't have room to tell it all. First of all, I want to thank God that Diana Bright was not electrocuted when she grabbed the electric outlet to unplug the crockpots. A surge of electricity went through her body, but the circuit breaker kicked off.
We were really looking forward to the 4th of July holiday, campfires, hamburgers, hotdogs and rain. Oh boy did we get the latter. It came in bucket fulls. Driving back to Lebanon in a torrential downpour, we could see that the fireworks were going on as planned.
We had another good rain for our gardens, but it has caused the grass to grow almost faster than my lawnmower can cut it. I don't know where all of the birds have come from, but they can empty four feeders in a matter of two days. It is starting to get expensive.
I was very happy that we received a nice rain this past week, compliments of tropical storm Bill. When we live this far inland from the oceans, the storms do lose some of their velocity, but thank God for the precious rain. It was getting close for me to drag out the fabled hosepipe to quench the thirst of my small garden.
I am hoping that the weather will cooperate with me this past weekend. It seems that I will be having to write this in the future tense. Our state park system allows us to do online reservations for the various campgrounds.
Looking out my back kitchen window, I find a miracle of technology wandering the large hay field behind my home. When I was just sitting in my highchair, yes, I can remember that, there was a mowing machine pulled by two mules that would cut the straw left behind by another mule powered device that cut the tops off of the wheat.
I am sitting in front of my computer writing my article and listening to the rain patter against my window. With all of my garden finally planted, it is still such a job staying ahead of the abundance of weeds that the rain has also helped.
Well, I enjoyed another great weekend with decent weather and very nice temperatures. Before too long, the mornings will be tolerable and from midday on way too hot. This week Anthony Gray and I did not get out to do a little birding. I hope to get back on track next week with my best Bubba.
It was so good to have a little spell of rain this past weekend. It seems that the rain that falls is so much better for our gardens than what comes out of our hosepipes. People from other areas have trouble understanding the concept of a hosepipe. I have always called it that.
Another beautiful weekend was available to any of us who were willing to get out and enjoy it. For me this has been a great opportunity to get down on my knees and do a little work in my garden.
Oh my poor tired feet. I feel like I have walked a hundred miles in the past two days, but I really know better. It was so very good to see old friends and make some new ones at the 38th Annual Elsie Quarterman Glade Festival.
We are standing on the threshold of May, and all I can think about is getting things planted in my vegetable garden. Just the thoughts of having home grown tomatoes at my disposal gets my mouth to watering.
If April showers bring May flowers, what did the Mayflower bring? The Pilgrims, of course. All of this rain here lately really have the yard mowers busy, and me included.
What a beautiful weekend we had, birds singing, flowers starting to bloom. Kind of makes you want to get outside and get a little dirt underneath your fingernails. I have a climbing rose to plant, right where it might hide my Direct TV satellite receiver. Those things can almost be an eyesore. They might even make a good wok to cook on, if you can get them clean enough.
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