Archive for October, 2008

They’re Still Beautiful

October 21, 2008
Love and Peace Rose, Fairfield Glade, October 19, 2008.

Love and Peace Rose, Fairfield Glade, October 19, 2008.

The temperature got down into the mid-thirties Sunday night here on the Plateau.  We had a frost watch here in Cumberland County, but as far as I can tell none of our plants got nipped.

But it definitely feels like autumn.  The days are cool and crisp and it feels good to be out working in the yard, even if we  are having to clean up a lot of leaves now.  Most of the leaves are brown — we still haven’t had a great deal of color around here.

One nice thing is that the roses are still blooming and looking very good.  We now have several in full bloom and more are in bud.  We plan on enjoying them for as long as we can.

Why is Tennessee’s Sky Carolina Blue?

October 20, 2008
The autumn sky in the Glade.  October 19, 2008.

The autumn sky in the Glade. October 19, 2008.

I lived in the mountains of western North Carolina for thirteen years, during which time I taught math and computer science at Montreat-Anderson College (as it was then known).

The mountains were absolutely beautiful in any season, but the sky was also pretty spectacular, especially in the spring and autumn.  The sky would be the clearest, cleanest blue you could imagine.  And since we were in the Tar Heel State everyone insisted that the sky was Carolina Blue.  As a matter of fact the natives had a saying, “If God is not a Tar Heel, why is the sky Carolina Blue?”

I’ll admit that I don’t know the answer to theological questions like that, but I do know that the sky here in Tennessee is also a beautiful blue.  Maybe instead of “Carolina Blue” the sky is “God’s Blue”!

A Perfect Autumn Day

October 19, 2008
Our first fire of the season.  October 17, 2008.

Our first fire of the season. October 17, 2008.

Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous autumn day.  It started with our usual Saturday omelets, which we were able to enjoy in front of a fire in the fireplace.  The temperature has finally dropped and we had a fire Friday night (when the picture above was taken) and another Saturday morning.

Later in the morning I went out to work in the yard.  There was a slight breeze blowing and when I was in one part of the yard I could smell the wood smoke, but in another part I could smell the roses.  A day can’t get much better than that.

I was able to get some tulips planted in our big flower bed on the side of the house and even got some of our new wood stacked.  All in all it was a wonderful day.

Quo Vadis

October 18, 2008

I remember reading a book, Quo Vadis, as a youngster.  I vaguely remember a movie with that same name, but I’m not sure about that.  The book is a historical novel set in the time of Emperor Nero of Rome.  Quo Vadis is Latin for ‘Where are you going?’ and the book evidently made quite an impression on me since it popped into my head after fifty-some years.

Betsy and I went to Hendersonville yesterday to help out my folks and on the way back home we listened to a Nashville radio station.  There was a report that some organization was driving illegal aliens to early voting places and helping them vote.  The report, backed up by at least one election commissioner, was that the voters could not speak English and had no ID, but were allowed to vote anyway.  I had never thought of Nashville, Tennessee, as the home of a major political machine.

The report may not be true, but the fact that it was even made is disturbing.  One of the foundations of the American way of governance is that we have fair and free elections, and after the election is over and the people have spoken, we will all come together in support of our leaders.  This obviously did not happen in 1860, and to a lesser it didn’t happen in 2000 and 2004.

So what will happen this year?  What will happen if a sizable part of the American public thinks they were denied their right to vote?  What will happen if a sizable part of the American public thinks the election was stolen by voters who shouldn’t have voted?

Quo Vadis, America?

When It Rains It Pours (and I’m not talking about weather!)

October 17, 2008

Are you getting whip-lash from trying to follow the stock market?  About the only word to describe what’s going on is ‘crazy’!!  Betsy and I are fortunate in that a relatively small percentage of our retirement funds are currently in stocks.  So although we mostly missed the market high of last year, we also mostly avoided the dive of the past few weeks.

But we have our own share of financial challenges.  Although gas prices are coming down, food prices are still much higher than they were a year ago.  November means that our property tax is due and December means the property owner association dues must be paid.  So what did we have to do yesterday?  Buy a new set of tires for our car!  How lucky and we be?

Oh, well, I guess we’re doing our part to help the economy!

No Rest For The Weary

October 16, 2008
Wood to be stacked in our yard.  October 15, 2008.

Wood to be stacked in our yard. October 15, 2008.

There is no rest for the weary.  Tuesday I finished up the three flower beds in our front yard.  All three now have pansies and daffodils and the largest also has lilies in it.

I was able to enjoy the feeling of a job accomplished for perhaps two hours.  (During that time I had to mow the front yard, but that’s a routine job that is never finished!).  But about the time I finished mowing I got another job to do.  I’m tired just thinking about it.

One of the requirements my beautiful bride had when we were looking for a house was that we had to have a fireplace.  Betsy just loves a fire in the fireplace on a chilly evening.

The only problem with that is that in order to have a fire we need wood.  We don’t go out and cut down trees, but we do buy firewood.  It’s delivered by truck and dumped in our side yard.

My job is to stack the wood (Betsy helps).  It sometimes takes longer than I would like, but there are some advantages to the stacking job.  If the weather turns cold while I’m stacking, the wood warms me twice — once while I’m stacking the wood and again when we burn it.

You’ll notice a wood stack behind the pile of wood in the picture above.  The stack contains the wood we’ll burn this year.  The wood pile is the wood we’ll burn next year.

We Fly the Battle Flag

October 15, 2008
The Battle Flag at half mast.  October 12, 2008.

The Battle Flag at half mast. October 12, 2008.

We fly the Confederate Battle Flag twice each year.  As the picture above shows we fly it a half-mast on October 12 and we fly it at full-mast on January 19.

Robert E. Lee died on October 12, 1870, in Lexington, Virginia (he was born January 19, 1807).  At the time he was  president of Washington College, which is now Washington and Lee University.

I’ve admired Lee for just about as long as I can remember, and that is getting to be a long time!  When I was in the third grade I asked Santa for an encyclopedia, which he brought.  I found a painting of Lee at the Battle of Chancellorsville in the encyclopedia which absolutely fascinated me.  The painting showed Lee on Traveler with the burning Chancellor mansion in the background.  Confederate troops were cheering Lee, but in the lower right hand corner was a wounded Union soldier who was also raising his hat to Lee.  What kind of man could cause an enemy to cheer him?

I know Lee fought for the ‘wrong’ side, but he did so, honorably, for what he thought were the right reasons.  But what I most admire is that Robert E. Lee was a gentleman in the best sense of the word.

So we’ll continue to fly that battle flag twice a year.

Another Iris in Bloom

October 14, 2008
Queen Dorothy Iris, Fairfield Glade.  October 9, 2008.

Queen Dorothy Iris, Fairfield Glade. October 9, 2008.

We had another iris bloom this week.  Queen Dorothy, the re-blooming iris shown above, had bloomed in the spring and has honored us with another display.

About half of the iris we have in our flower beds are re-blooming, and we enjoy the autumn displays since we don’t have a great many other flowers in bloom in those beds this time of the year.  We’re hoping that we’ll have even more blooms from these irises during years with more rain.  The drought has been hard on just about everything.

One other thing about this iris.  Betsy thinks we should change the name from Queen Dorothy to Queen Betsy.  What do you think?

She Came Back!!!

October 13, 2008
Susan, Nita, Reida and Betsy at a Savannah restaurant.  October 8, 2008.

Susan, Nita, Reida and Betsy at a Savannah restaurant. October 8, 2008.

Saturday was a wonderful day.  My bride came back home!

Betsy went to Tybee Island, Georgia, with Nita, Reida and Susan, her childhood girlfriends from Big Stone Gap, Virginia.  Only Nita still lives in Big Stone Gap today, but the four of them have been getting together for a trip just about every year since 1992.

This year they had a longer-than-usual trip, spending a week on the beach in Georgia.  They came back on Saturday, and I drove down to Atlanta (where Susan now lives) to pick up Betsy.

Betsy kept me waiting as they got to Atlanta later than expected, but since she wasn’t driving I guess I can’t hold that against her.  But what I can say is that it’s great to have her back!

But don’t tell her — I don’t want her to get a big head!!!

Our Roses

October 12, 2008
Our big rose bed.  October 10, 2008.

Our big rose bed. October 10, 2008.

I like roses.  They can be a lot of work, but it is more than worth it.  I enjoy the way rose blossoms change as they age — a bud may  start out mostly yellow and the mature flower is mostly red.

Spring is probably the best season for roses.  They always put on a show with the first blooms of the year.  Things slow down in the summer, especially when the weather is hot and dry, but then pick up again in the fall.

As you can see roses are putting on a pretty good display now.  The rain we had earlier this week and the cooler temperatures have encouraged most of our roses to bloom again.  And yesterday I noticed a nice bonus to the beauty of the roses — a most delightful fragrance every time I went near the roses.

No wonder I enjoy growing roses!