I’ve tried for weeks now to get this blog started up again. I felt like I should say something about my daughter since her death notice was the last thing I posted. I’ve tried, but I can’t write about Beth and what an amazing person she was in a simple blog post. I can’t and I won’t….I’m just going to try and move on.
Anne and I have sort of channeled part of our grief into our garden. We’re harvesting arugula, chard, spinach, and some outstanding strawberries. Plus, the green beans, squash, zuccini, cucumbers, nasturtiums, asparagus, peppers, tomatoes and onions are all up and healthy….the rain plus some increase in our knowledge of organic gardening is really paying off.
One of the things I’m learning from this is a new respect for the small farmer. My garden is a hobby. If I choose not to work in it one or two days because of the weather, it’s no big deal. Farmers don’t have that luxury. They’re out there 7 days a week in every kind of weather trying to eke out a living and provide us with some of the things we need to sustain life. I’m beginning to find local sources for a lot of good to excellent food. Once I have a few more, I’ll post a list for local beef, poultry, pork, lamb, produce, eggs, cheese and any other supplier of locally grown or made goods I think you might find useful. This down economy is far from over and our neighbors need our support. Without them, our quality of life will greatly suffer.
As I’ve said before, think globally, but buy locally.
One other thing. My computer crashed during the worst period and I still have to replace a lot of software…..like the program I need for my photography. I’m taking the shots and will post them as soon as I can.
Fantastic advice, something all of us should consider whenever we shop.
What sort of composting bin do you use, if at all?
I’d like to say I have a proper composting bin, one divided into two sections, one for new green waste and the other for older composted matter. I’d like to say that and hopefully, one day I will. For right now though, I have a big pile of stuff at the edge of the garden.
You are so good at all things. I’m always proud of you. Your mother sure did love what all of you did for her and had her chest all throwed out. I can not blame her. I love you. Gibbie
My beautiful angel (Hilda). I love you. Ron, Hope you are doing well. I’ve been meaning to write but alas what to say. Stay strong. I’ll be back in Fayetteville Oct. 16th. Hopefully you can make it down…..Jimmy
Hi there.
Just stumbled onto your blog. Of course the title caught my eye. Wythe notes. I’m half from Wytheville. (The other half is from Nashville). We spent half our time growing up in Wytheville.
Where my mother was born and raised and subsequently buried. A place we all called Greezy creek. Its actually part of Reed creek, but everybody in that area called it Greezy creek. I’ve never really been able to find out why. It used to be just an old gravel road, among many as you make your way a couple of miles out of town towards Speedwell. Crockett I think is what the area may be called. It has since been paved and named Berea Rd. Obviously named after Berea Church on down the road. I am part of the Grubb family. I’m not sure how many Grubbs are still in the area, but there used to be a lot.
Would love to swap Wytheville stories, if you would be interested.
Thanks
Greg Jones