We got back from North Carolina last Sunday night, taking the weekend to drive home. I really wanted to spend a little time working on Mom's gardens while I was there. She isn't able to do it herself anymore, and between Mom and Dad, they have covered several acres with perennials, shrubs and blooming trees. The shrubs are getting overgrown, particularly the ones near the house, and John and Bob, the men who work around the farm to keep things going, are great guys, but it's apparent that shrub shaping isn't their strong suit! With all the family and friends events, I finally got about half an hour out there the morning before we were leaving, and I was feeling pretty good about it when it began to rain, and that was the end of that. I feel especially bad because Mom allowed a local garden group to come in and weed the gardens in exchange for taking "some" perennials. It seems they took every hosta except the few in pots and much of the liriope. Mom was really depressed, and it made me angry that people would take advantage that way. I suppose that sort of less appealing side of human nature is something we will have to think about in any future plans we make.
There was some exciting news, too. NC State is considering using our project in possibly two of their classes this spring. It still has to come up for a vote, but the idea passed the preliminary committee. That means we would have landscape architecture students putting their fertile (ahem--that's a landscape joke) young imaginations to work for the farm. I'm hoping it passes the final vote because I think we would get some wonderful ideas from the students, and it would be nice to have NC State, the alma mater of John and his sister Jackie, involved.
On Saturday evening, we stopped in Bristow, VA, which is not very far outside Washington, DC. We had four tickets to see Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young in concert. It was their Freedom of Speech tour. The night was beautiful--about 70 degrees (F) and a near full moon. The outdoor arena was just about full of nearly 13,000 enthusiastic people and our seats were mighty good. It was a wonderful concert. And they ended with "Woodstock" in that lovely, haunting harmony--
We are stardust,
We are golden,
We are billion-year-old carbon,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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Just so you know, I'm following your progress on the FarmFront. I think this is sorely needed, and I'd love to find a similar situation for sustainable living. How to and where remain to be determined.
Keep going, Lydia! Others are eager to learn!
Thank, Linda. Hopefully, I'm back. :)
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