Hawthorn Hill: Woes lead to hopelessness
Perhaps it is the dreariness
of the day that causes
me to have these feelings
not so much of despair, but
of hopelessness. I looked
out my study window a few
moments ago and saw that
our six remaining chickens
are having a great time
pecking at the decaying
pine logs stacked in a long
row to the left of the hen
house.
Hawthorn Hill: Some end of summer thoughts
Gardeners love to swap
information with one another.
They also find solace
in sharing their woes. It is
always comforting to know
that one is not alone, that
others have suffered
through similar setbacks.
October 2, 2009
Hawthorn Hill: Compromise is not a bad thing
Much as I crave and seek
solitude, complete withdrawal
is neither possible
nor particularly useful in a
shrinking world. Having
been raised to value community
and the work required
to maintain healthy
and viable communities,
recent behavioral trends in
this country have conspired
to undermine my faith in
its ability, and willingness,
to do what is necessary to
bring about its salvation.
Hawthorn Hill: The Infamous late blight
This has been quite a
summer. Up here on the
hill we have been doing
battle with all sorts of elements:
rain, cool weather,
relentless Japanese beetle
sorties aimed primarily at
our newly planted raspberries,
grapes...
Hawthorn Hill: Vegetables and beetle fighting
These days up here we
are spending a lot of time
fighting the pesky and persistent
insects that love
dining on our young vegetables.
If I were a striped cucumber
beetle I too would
select out and chew holes in
the most succulent young
shoots I could find.
June 25, 2009
Up On Hawthorn Hill: Wishes for a new grandson
Thirty-three years ago,
and in a pretty excited
state, I called my mother
from the delivery room at
Bassett to tell her of the
birth minutes before of her
grandson. A week ago our
son called us with the news
of his own son’s birth.
