What I'm Reading This Week #29
Howdy do all and welcome to your Friday. I hope your week treated you well and you're ready to recharge a bit. You know, when I started this gardening business, I had delusions of like, actually enjoying it maybe with my morning tea before the day got hectic. source Instead it's like the second the plants went into the ground, Mother Nature turned it to 11 and hasn't let up. The wall of humidity is ridiculous! I can't even go out to water or do something simple without looking like I was back on the chain gang for 8 hours. Or I get to see the 500th mistake I've made and end up ripping out my strawberry plants or moving other plants because they might be too close together. Watching my 4 puny tomatoes laugh at me as they choose not to ripen or grow while other people talk about mad harvests in which they can't pick them fast enough. I will say the bees have been making me happy out front. I was at the planter and one was working on a ...
That is exactly why you don't like to barf. All kinds of trauma behind it.
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One of my first real vivid memories of Christmas was the first time I had to be in the Christmas Choir as a kid. You had to be in 4th grade as that was the age to be old enough to be trusted with such an important event. We got in our uniforms and started singing Oh Come All Ye Faithful along with the (at the time) Men's Choir as all of us marched into the church from outside and everyone inside was standing to face us and smiling the biggest happiest smiles I have ever seen a crowd of people have. The church organ ( a huge pipe organ) was in the balcony above us and I remember being told that as we make our way to the front of the church we would have to watch our timing because sounds moves at 1100 feet per second and by the time we got to the front we were far enough away as to see his hand movements before we would hear the organ for song changes. Just always stuck with me because the Choir director and organist was our science teacher too. Being up on the altar with all my classmates and my Dad (he was in the Men's choir as well) was like a rite of passage for me since my older brothers had already done that before. Christas Eve mass was very special because of all that. Months of preparation. A few practice runs before the big day and that night it all just went perfectly and I will never forget it. Being a part of something big like that for the first time in my life at that point was just great to experience at that age.
I don't remember the circumstances but there is a picture of me when I'm around 3 yrs old standing with my sister in front of the tree and I'm bawling my eyes out. It's just the most pitiful thing to see and all I could think was why would you take this right now??? If I can find it, I'll send it to you. My hair was a lot lighter when I was little so it's weird to see. I was a cute kid as a little tyke...what happened?! Bahahaha!!
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