For many, Memorial Day weekend has always stood for a time to travel or enjoy vacations over the years; a three-day holiday that sends many off to the sandy beach shores or to a family-favorite campground.
As school comes to a close each year and the dreams of throwing a graduation hat into the sky come true for many high school seniors, it’s hard not to think back on who we were the day each of us traded in our cap and gown for a chance to face the world on our own.
When we are children every cloud takes the form of a circus animal, every smooth rock or broken seashell we find is a collectors item and every scoop of sand or dirt is a another dig closer to finding buried treasure.
John McCain must be giddy with joy after this weekend’s leaking of Barack Obama’s elitist remarks in San Francisco about small town America’s “bitterness” as the reason we “cling to religion and guns” and Hillary Clinton’s subsequent portrayal of herself as “Annie Oakley”, according to the Obama camp! With that said, let’s get…right to it!
From tiny beginnings come great things, and the time has come to begin the tomato patch. We use a cold frame, not a hot house. The latter refers to a greenhouse, which is what many tomatoes are started in. Since we don’t have one, a cold frame will have to do. I think our method of starting transplants is a lot simpler than running a greenhouse anyway.
It’s an old colored photograph, taken by a camera with no memory chip or digital screen. A little grainy and slightly faded, it’s one of my favorite childhood photos, my grandfather reading to me in his big, cushy recliner; my head resting on his chest, undoubtedly the comforting scent of his Old Spice cologne filling my nostrils.