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It's been a rotten day. Like an idiot I tried to wrap plastic around as much of my old fig tree as I could to save it's tender leaves from the predicted frost. The fig tree did fine. I fell off the ladder and lost my glasses to boot. What a drag, man.
I didn't break anything, but I probably received a slight concussion. It wasn't like I was trying to save a child or a beloved pet from a burning building. Even if the frost had killed my fig trees new leaves it would eventually recover. I feel like a fool.
I did manage to wrap my blueberry bushes up. Probably because I didn't have to climb up on a ladder to do it. They were blossoming, and I figure the blossoms are even more tender and vulnerable than the leaves, but so far, so good. I love fresh fruit right off the tree.
The blueberry bushes came up at the base of a young oak tree that divides my driveway as it loops around my house. The birds eat the blueberries growing at my kinfolk's houses and roosted in the young oak.
The way I figure it, they spent the night in the tree and defecated the seeds on the ground below, and... Voila! Blueberries up the yingyang. The blueberry bushes I transplanted from my parent's old house died. The birds doing what came naturally are better gardeners than I am is.
Subscribing to discussion groups are a lot of fun for me. I get to write to specific people rather than to the-world-at-large. That's what I do here, but I get a lot of the ideas I write about here from what I write for discussion groups.
The latest group I subscribed to is about science vs religion. I'm such a slut because I can go either way, and do just that. It might seem even more foolish for me to take sides in this most ancient of all debates than it was for me to be climbing ladders at my age.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
