I’ve been a Brevardian/Brevardite a shade over six months now, and it’s probably time to take stock of how life has gotten on in my newly adopted home town, what with giving up a comfortable situation of a nice home and great friends and familiar routine in Charlotte.
A fair amount of introspective thought has been given in the past couple of days to the sudden twists and turns as related to the whirlwind weeks – not months – that landed me here. Ellen and Reid will read an update in the letter to be written and mailed today. Suffice to say it’s some mix of shock and ‘awwww’ – as in how did the uprooting come to be?
For now, however, it’s back to BAU.
June 19, 2018
Ellen/Reid: When your mom sent that photo of you two with Emma and Georgia it just made me smile ear to ear. What a picture. (Dave’s note: that photo is now atop this blog’s home page.) Reid, it’s so good that you got to spend time with them, and this time next week I’ll get my turn. No need for you to come to the airport. I’ll take BART to some station in Oakland.
A couple of days ago I took a flier on HULU and am watching Japan vs. Columbia in the World Cup. This is about all the TV I need and will ditch cable in pretty short order. I already had downgraded from the whiz-bang package to something more basic but even that is more than is worth watching. I’ll keep the high speed internet but won’t miss the rest.
After extending the red raspberry box by six feet last week, I’m done with building raised beds for a while. Things got out of hand there for a few weeks. Another box for flowers would be sort of nice but like cable, the overall garden can get by without it.
What will likely be done (probably when I’m back from Europe) is to fashion a walkway to connect the beds from what they call rock dust which is essentially finely crushed granite from a quarry just outside of town. Essentially a mountain is being ground down to nothingness. Ellen, send me a pic sometime of how your new bed is progressing.
Already the raspberries are starting to pop. The bed has been kept mulched and moist so hopefully there will be a good early crop. What might be done today is take up an offer from Susan, a friend of Robbie’s, to transplant some raspberry plants from her century-old plot. Susan is a native Brevardian and a real gardener. Her yard and garden is expansive and gorgeous. She kind of shamed me into expanding the berry patch. She was right. Four by four feet was too small. I’m not entirely sure what variety her plants are but with any luck they might grow enough to bear fruit in the fall.
We’ve been out hiking more and more, partially to prep me for the Alps, and this afternoon Robbie and me will head up toward the Blue Ridge Parkway for a route she uncovered last night. We typically Continue reading