Vineyard Gardener
Load 16 tons,
What do you get?
Another day older
And deeper in debt!
I ran into Nancy Hall in the Vineyard Haven post office, who reminded me of this song from the early sixties. We spent some time lamenting our sorry state of financial affairs nation and worldwide.
By LYNNE IRONS
I devoted a good deal of time last Saturday to cutting the bittersweet from the deer fencing around my vegetable garden. It is so ambitious and is threatening to bring down the fence with its weight. Here is a case of do what I say and not what I do. I should have bagged it for the landfill or burned it but, no! I just cut and dropped, assuring me of having to contend with it next year. I guess one could refer to the practice as job security.
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS
I was thinking about Thanksgiving all week and decided I would not talk about that memorable meal. Rather I devoted my mental time listing my gratitudes. I love the Henry Albert Hymn of 1844 “Come, ye Thankful People, come, raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin;” I have a wonderful life — a job I enjoy, a warm comfortable home, plenty to eat, thoughtful children, sweet grandchildren and good friends.
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS
We have had a series of what the Irish call soft days — warm, foggy, misty and calm. It has been pleasurable to work outdoors. We have a rule in our small gardening company. We don’t work under 20 degrees all day and we go home if it rains up our noses while bending over in a flower bed. Otherwise we are a hardy sort with a moderate amount of whining. Nevertheless starting the day in the rain tends to make everyone fairly sour.