Tales from the Backyard… We had family friends we used to visit while
on the farm and they had a son my age (Dennis) and we were good friends and
even when we moved to Forest Lake, I used to hike back out to where he lived
and play for the day. I was ten and full
of adventure. Their neighbors had a barn
full of stuff, one of which was an old rail road hand truck, the kind used for
moving workmen along the tracks by pumping up and down on the handles. We got excited and thought we would put it on
the tracks again and take off for parts unknown, but it was so heavy we couldn’t
even lift one corner. On the way home
along the tracks I surprised a Red Bellied snake basking in the sun. Rather than slink away, he started to
attack. Luckily the railroad bed is made
of rocks and at ten nothing got away alive, but by the time I finally hit it with one, I think I had made a hole
about a foot deep; such was my accuracy with throwing objects. LaterFriday, June 26, 2015
The Red Bellied snake attack
Tales from the Backyard… We had family friends we used to visit while
on the farm and they had a son my age (Dennis) and we were good friends and
even when we moved to Forest Lake, I used to hike back out to where he lived
and play for the day. I was ten and full
of adventure. Their neighbors had a barn
full of stuff, one of which was an old rail road hand truck, the kind used for
moving workmen along the tracks by pumping up and down on the handles. We got excited and thought we would put it on
the tracks again and take off for parts unknown, but it was so heavy we couldn’t
even lift one corner. On the way home
along the tracks I surprised a Red Bellied snake basking in the sun. Rather than slink away, he started to
attack. Luckily the railroad bed is made
of rocks and at ten nothing got away alive, but by the time I finally hit it with one, I think I had made a hole
about a foot deep; such was my accuracy with throwing objects. LaterWednesday, June 3, 2015
Very first job
Tales from the back
yard… When I turned 10, I was able to
work and I got a job at Houles Berry farm in Forest lake picking strawberries. After toiling away in the hot June sun that first day, I realized
that this was not going to be my career and after making 70 cents for the day, I quit. That was the first of many
jobs I would have in my life that I would just walk off. No 2 week notice, just see ya. Hey, it worked fine for me.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Spring Rain
Tales
from the Backyard… Sitting on the back
porch looking out at the various flower beds, sipping an iced tea having just
come in from weeding, nothing spectacular at this time of season, our tween
time. The spring showy flowers have come
and gone, then the Irises with their spectacular blooms (thank you the Presby
Memorial Historic Iris Gardens for your contributions) and only a few left amongst
the slender stalks of flowers past. The
peonies have come and gone in days, it’s so dry. A fluffy cloud passes and drops a few
sprinkles, not enough to moisten the dry soil.
Looking out I see the Hollyhocks have come in bloom, how did they take
over my yard. The Salvia is in full bloom
in the bee garden and is being used. The
apple trees have for the first time in 20 years, little bunches of apples. The plumb had a full complement of fruit but
they all fell off, its coming down this
week, as well as the ornamental pear.
Janice said she is going shopping, “what kind of beer do I want, Sam I
said”. She leaves as another cloud
passes from west to east as usual and she said “looks like more
sprinkles”. The cloud does a 90 degree
turn to the house and by the time she gets to the end of the driveway its
pouring. That was 40 min. ago and it
hasn’t stopped. The lightning is so intense Chip is barking to chase it away,
and Cady is shivering, something she has never done. She crawls in my lap and immediately stops,
then hops down and goes inside. Janice
just got home, the backyard is awash, from the sprinkles I guess. Did I mention I love my back yard.
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