Haven't blogged for a couple of weeks-it seems like one day slips by into another so fast. For one thing for about a week now we've finally been having our spring type weather--wonderful sunny balmy days and chilly nights. Chilly nights have for the time being vanquished those horrible clouds of mosquitoes! So while they're at bay, I've been out and about as much as I'm able.
I wish it could stay this way all the time.
Having been raised with my feet in the dirt, when spring comes I get this urge to plant things; I get an almost orgiastic urge when I pass a display of seeds and plants to grab them all and plant plant plant. So far all I've done is have friend Raine to plant morning glory seeds and just yesterday I bought a large bag of Miracle Gro potting soil in which I'm gonna plant habanero peppers and radishes. Why radishes? They're fast growing and quick to produce. I gave up on growing tomatoes long ago. They're too finicky. I don't have the patience for finicky.
So, y'all, I've been on this crusade about the Forest Service not cutting down all our forests, including DeSoto National Forest, just so they can plant longleaf pine. These are the most valuable of pinewoods. The longleaf pine is beautiful, with long feather duster type branches, is slow growing and makes valuable timber. But the forest service shouldn't be in the tree farming and logging business. (If there hadn't been opponents, Sequoia Redwood forests might have been timbered out.)
Once again, with an anti stance, I feel like a voice crying in the wilderness, because nobody cares. Mississippi is the most apathetic don't give a damn state in the US. Should I keep trying? It's lonely standing up alone. Makes me think of that song "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot...They cut down all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum..charged a dallar and a half just to get in to see 'em.....You don't miss what you've got till it's gone...."
I read this somewhere: A Cree Indian belief says not until all the trees have been cut down, all the fish fished out, and all the rivers polluted, that people will realize you can't eat money.
susil