H. Neal Glanville: Spring isn’t here yet
March 1, 2010
Last week's column "How many dollars lost?" was a collaboration from far too many people to thank individually. I will take a moment and thank all the contractors I spoke with and the ladies at the county courthouse who helped with all the confusing paperwork.
I'd also like to thank Jared Heglin, manager of the new Hampton Inn and Suites, for his time explaining the banking problems resulting in all the late payments. After speaking with Mr. Heglin, I'm sure the new motel will be an asset to our community.
Each year at just about this time, I find myself holding back the giggle train when I hear folks new to the area talking about spring. Not just spring in general, these folks are headed for the far side. The side that's so far over there, the weak side of my brain won't even dare a glance. These well intentioned gardeners are plotting which plant will go where and how many of this and how much of that it's going to take finish the garden of the century. Please, I'm all for pretty flowers and the occasional veggie patch. But folks, now is not the time to get carried away to the far side.
H. Neal's tips for gardening: First morning you smell ode de skunk, spring is still two months away. No matter how many chain stores set plants out for sale, don't buy any until City Market has their display open for a week. If you and your spouse play in the dirt together, settle the boundary lines now. Do not ask anyone between the ages of 9 and 17 to water and or weed your garden. If you're one of those who doesn't want deer in your yard, now is the time to head for the Extension Office for help. Lastly but surely not intended to ruin your warm and fuzzy hopes for spring, it will snow in May.
I've been told this column is a bit "folksy," and it often has common sense hidden somewhere in it. I shall try harder to make the common sense more visible, but there's little I can do about the "folksy" stuff.
Now for something completely different
We are a very small and at times awkwardly growing community that seems to be forgetting our rich heritage and the people we need to thank for the simple things we just accept or take for granted.
I love both our museums and visit them each chance I get. Not because they're full of old stuff, but because of the local stories I can share with other longtime residents.
Of course, the kids giggle and quickly scatter when the dreaded old stories start, but that's how our legacy will live, stories being passed down to each new generation.
Each new generation also needs to realize how important their immediate family is and what contributions have been made to both their lives and the communities.
It will be a sorry state of humankind if we forget those that have helped us along on our way and we leave them behind because of our own importance.
Hey, you be careful out there.