I keep wanting to write more but I think I’m legitimately too busy to do it. I have a series I’d like to put out called “Letters Back” about farming and homesteading that I’ve just started composing but then I’ve started a million other little series like that and they don’t seem to get accomplished. The blog seems to be slipping away. Maybe it is just summer. Hard to believe that it is almost July. I don’t see anything slowing down really this year.
I did get my walnut and hickory grafting done over the father’s day holiday. I was able to do that and also make the rounds on all the other spring grafts where I removed nurse branches that might be remaining, added parafilm where they needed it or a stake where the growth has been exceptional. I’ll tell you the fun thing about grafting hickories is that, at least in the batch that I grafted, there weren’t any fancy names like beautiful this or monster that. The varietal names were all first and last names of men. And there is something special about that. It’s like its all for the breeders still. The marketing and the selling isn’t in there. It’s just the love of the hickory and the sharing among men: Scholl, Grainger, Russell, Simpson-1, Porter, and Luers.
Its funny. The only thing that is keeping this blog afloat, keeping it from flat-lining so to speak, is that there is some English teacher or Philosophy teacher or Poetry teacher in the Philippines somewhere that has written the test question: Compare yourself with the sun. So when unsuspecting Filipinos Google that they get a healthy dose of Indiana homestead poetry. And this place gets a few clicks. And isn’t that what it’s all about, a few clicks? I’m being facetious but maybe I don’t remember what it is all about anymore. Were we going to change the world?
Also, I’ve been wanting to post about our “experiment” in not buying food which has shifted to buying as little as possible. So far we’ve spent $133.44 since 3/1/17. The big-ticket items were a 50 lb. bag of popcorn and a 50 lb. bag of oatmeal. To be honest, it has been pretty smooth sailing lately. It was hard getting out of the buying habits over the first month or so but now I’m used to it. Funny, right? $133.44 is about what my Uncle Don would pay for one Ruth Chris steak dinner with his lady friend, couple of steaks and drinks. And here we’ve fed a family of 5 for 3 and a half months.
I was going to write the story of planting wetland plants around the edges of the new pond. The highs and lows. It got pretty desperate when it was 95 degrees and I was hunched over in the noon-day sun. I was ready to throw in the towel and move back to the city. I have my note written too as I headed out the door to start the project. With wind in my sails. I can maybe publish that here. It might be all right. People like the highs, right?
And there are other stories too. And half-written poems. I’m very good at half writing poems. It is my specialty. I’ll look for one that I can tack on the end here.
Regarding movies, we watched Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India (2001) again. The last time we watched it we were living in Indianapolis just back in the states, 1st baby baking. And here now we watched it as a family of 5. The kids liked it. My daughter likes the singing and dancing. My son likes the sport and the good fight against the bad guys (British devils!). And the copy of SEED: The Untold Story that I’d requested the library purchase just came in and I have it checked out, so we’ll all sit down and watch that together.
Soon it’ll be peach season. Maybe the peaches will carry the weight for us. That reminds me, we’ve gone on a bit of a Beatles kick lately, further educating the children on John, Paul, George and Ringo. Because what kind of educational standards do you have if you’re children aren’t familiar with the Beatles? My oldest watched Yellow Submarine and liked it. We were out in the pond, floating on noodles when he said “I’ve got a hole in me pocket.” And I vaguely remembered that from somewhere in my distant past, jumbled amongst the Blue Meanies and Glovey and my first girlfriend who introduced me to the film and had every word memorized. Then he told me about the scene and we had a good laugh.
We also checked out The Magical Mystery Tour which is perhaps the worst film ever but we forwarded through the film bits and watched the performances of the songs. Even then though, it is not worth watching. They were song writers not film makers for goodness sakes.
And I checked out all the CDs that the library had. I’m listening to some Abbey Road songs that I haven’t listened to in 20 years. Oh Darling was one. I enjoyed hearing that again. And perhaps that’s a good place to leave it. “Oh, Darling, if you leave me, I’ll never make it alone, believe me when I beg you, don’t ever leave me alone.”
Hickory cultivars image source
Shellbark vs. Shagbark image source