Macon County Chronicle

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There are moments in all of our lives when we look back on the people we once were, the naïve and untainted days of our adolescence, the rebellious and complicated times of our teenage years or the eager and struggling years of our 20’s, each era involving a different version of ourselves, a different image that reflects the times and a different idea of the person we would become today.

It is not too early to remind everyone that now would be a good time to begin conserving water again, in case you haven’t been doing so all along and you forgot about last year’s record drought.

So what Sundays does Barack Obama attend his church? If he is never there for the racist/bigot Jeremiah Wright’s diatribes, which apparently are more frequent than Obama would have us believe, just when does he go?

Onion planting was just a warm up. We snuggled in a few thousand plants and dropped 36 pounds of sets one afternoon, yet my mind was on bigger things. They say onions make the meal, with which I concur, but onions aren’t the meal. On the other hand, potatoes are.

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.

In life, there is rarely a fairy tale ending to every story, rarely a brave knight galloping to our rescue or a magic can of pixie dust to grant us three wishes.

Spinach loves cool weather, so growing it in Tennessee can be tricky. It certainly tricked me, but eventually I caught on.

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.

Try this on for liberal hypocrisy…we already know that Ted Kennedy and many members of his enormous family, are “ecocentric”, telling the rest of us how we need to make changes and sacrifices to save the earth while they fly around in private jets and use limousines and drive SUVs.

Spring fever is on the rise with bountiful buttercups blooming above the earth below begins to stir.

A recent national poll asked Americans whether they considered themselves liberal or conservative, and points in between.

Every now and then I review the purpose of our farm, the underlying beliefs and values, the short and long-term goals, and the direction it is going.

Paying her Bills… Looks as if Hillary Clinton has made yet another comeback on the campaign trail, and Barack Obama is finding out how it feels to play catch up.

Once again I find myself in a tropical rainforest, touring organic and biodynamic farms. With my brother Mark along, our first stay was up at 8000 feet above sea level, sitting on top of the world. Bill and Holly are still raising trout and marketing smoked and dried meats throughout central Costa Rica. Mark has a keen interest in rainbow trout; he managed a fish farm in North Carolina for many years, so there was a lot of trout talk.

I used to be a devotee of Fox and Friends on the Fox News Channel in the mornings but since the network has chosen to put that simpleton Gretchen Carlson on as co-host after E.D. Hill left for a later morning slot I have fallen in love with Morning Joe on MSNBC.

It was May, and there were several people at my house. I suddenly realized I had not planted potatoes yet, or even turned the ground.