R a i n d r o p s
Friday, April 18, 1997
Raindrops, robins, narcissus and myriad other indicators;
all harbingers of a gentle Spring, sweltering Summer and a cool Fall.
i've always liked Spring, closely followed by Fall. Winter and Summer are for others, at this point in my life. Those two extremes, although seasons apart, are too radical. I prefer gentler seasons.
Each year, either The York Symphony String Quartet plays Vivaldi et al, or Rob Winter, world-renowned classical and jazz guitarist from Columbia, MD, plays selections from Segovia, Chick Corea et al, a local vineyard serves their finest cabernet and chardonnay offerings, and we have snacks from a local eatery. This year, it was Rob's turn to entrance the crowds with his magical fingers on the 12-string.
The 20 acre facility was readied by Friday — we'd spent most of the week in preparation — in between unloading new nursery stock from six tractor trailers, getting several landscape jobs completed, making mulch deliveries and meeting with new customers to hone details on their projects. We were also awarded a $100,000 commercial job at a high-end computer graphics company north of York, PA. Late Friday afternoon, another trucker rolled in, having been held up in traffic and accidents around DC; he was scheduled to arrive that morning so we could unload his trailer and he could return to Tennessee. Now, he'll have to stay over at a truck stop until Monday morning when the crews arrive to unload the huge, 4" caliper, 25-30ft trees.
It rained all day for this year's Open House — now de rigeur — but the hundreds who visited were treated to a great afternoon in spite of the uncooperative weather. I spent most of the day reviewing landscape plans with customers, showing them the nursery stock and perennials I'd designed into their projects, and closing the deals. We're booked into June now.
I both look forward to the Open House and to when it's over: immediately afterward, we can get to our scheduled landscape projects and move on. Our last frost date in USDA Zone 6b is April 20th. By then, the weather has usually cleared up, the dangers of frost and freak snow-ice storms is past, and the plant material screams, plant me, dammit!
On Monday, it all starts in earnest.
Well, I thought it would. I'm really dragging this morning: the 10-12 hours days — as I gradually build up to the 18-20 hour days — are beginning to take their toll. The crews are tired, too, from last week's pace. But they're young and will recover quickly. Aspirin doesn't help me anymore. Instead, I have a glass of fine, cabernet sauvignon when I get home and drift off into la-la land. It'll take a while to acclimate myself to the new schedule; at 47, I'm a notch slower than I was a few years ago. Everything in due time.
Lots of ooooohs and aaaaahs abound when they see these specimens up close and personal. I enjoy their wonder at some of these little jewels of the plant kingdom.
This year, I've spoken to more people than ever before — and previous years were very busy with many tours coming through — about alpine plants, miniature conifers and deciduous plants, our Website, the InterNet, gardening, perennials, propagation, marketing and the many other topics of interest on their agendas.
I hope it stays this busy with this kind of activity in the coming years; it's good to see so such interest at all levels.
Pornography, credit card frauds, cults and now medical disorders. Gosh, it almost sounds like real life.
Bob Dole, Loanshark
Gingrich gets a reprieve, since he can't afford to pay the sum entirely himself. Seems his wife owns everything and guards the checkbook.
These politicians are as thick as flies on a pile of dogshit. Dole now demonstrates he has no ethics or morals by paying-off some Gingrich IOUs from the '96 General Election Disaster. I'm now sorry I voted for him; not that he had a snowball's chance in hell anyway. What a bad joke.
I get dozens of requests from schoolchildren all over the world for gardening-related information; all seemingly a matter of life and death. They need all 37 questions answered yesterday, because their paper is due in two days. I always oblige with whatever they need. My Dad was there to help me and point the way, so I figure these kids are either not asking for, or if they are, are not receiving the help they need. I enjoy returning the help.
The Gloves Are Off
I'm impressed. I had sent them some notes about their previously unabashed defense of Clinton and
liberals, but they've somehow seen the light and are now calling Clinton and the liberals what they are: liars and cheats. Read what the editor says in an interview. Cool, for a liberal left-wing nut 'zine. Since all previous opinions of his about the subject were very anti-Conservative or anti-Republican, I wonder just what changed his mind?
It's simply a shell game he's proposing: just take money from one of our pockets instead of another. It's convoluted thinking, yet typical of the sleazy liberal, socialist mentality. They still believe that they're the best judges of how to spend our money for us. This make work program by liberals is another example of socialism and communism within our federal government. Our — that's yours and mine — taxes will fund this scam.
Because they're spending all their time in damage control, the Clinton criminals are desperate for any act of progress, so he'll use his so-called executive powers to ram this shit down our throats. Anyone — conservative or liberal or moderate — who spoke against this scam would be crucified publically by sleazy, special interest groups aplenty. Screw political correctness; call Clinton what he is! The Slickster has once again gained the upper hand on Congress. he's getting credit in the press because it's happening on his corrupted watch.
The money trail from the illegal fund raising activities becomes more convoluted as investigations proceed. When someone get tagged for a felony, they'll drop dimes all over others, and it'll roll into Clinton's face. This mess is already bigger than Watergate, and getting much momentum.
Even The Slickster's former cabinet officers are writing books and memoirs about what a scumbag Clinton is. These are people of his once inner-sanctum and are dropping tidbits about how morally bankrupt Clinton & Co really is.