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For years I’ve complained in this space over and over again about two things in particular. The way some folks drive around town, and especially on Highway 21 between here and Sebastopol, and what they do with their trash in those same areas.
When it rains it pours, and I’m not just talking about Tropical Storm Alberto.
Wife Danny, and I have aging houses, aging cars, aging dogs, aging bodies. As a matter of fact, just about everything we’ve got is aging.
Just about everybody has a dog story. This one here is about a bunch of dogs. It begins with the end, though, with the best dog I really think we have ever had. Her name is Idgie Bella and she is nearing the end of her life. That makes us sad.
I’m sure hoping Granny’s rose bush keeps blooming until Sunday so I can mix a big wad of it in with about a half bushel of Wisteria and maybe a couple of bamboo fronds or something along that line. Something real fragrant, real big, real nice for a Mother’s Day corsage.
With April 2018 in the record books, it seem a few observations are in order. First off, the weather has been weird, wet and cold. As a matter of fact, Sunday afternoon, after mowing down the field out front, I finally packed away all the drop cloths that we’ve kept close at hand on the front porch for covering up plants due to frost.
People with maturity around these parts – if you catch my drift — will remember long-time Scott County Times bookkeeper Dot Leonard. Dot left The Times well before I arrived here in 2009 and she left this earth for her heavenly home last Tuesday morning.