It has been a good day for yard work and then a little relaxation while listening to Steve Winwood. Outstretched limbs of the understory trees bend in the breeze. Birds are singing and a squirrel takes its time running down the driveway as I pull into the cabin. I open screened windows about half-way and though I can't feel the breeze from the center of the living room, I can see it in those limbs on the understory trees.
Yellow butterflies erratically fly just above the grass and wildflowers. Red ants trail across the concrete of a carport carrying spilled birdseed back to their mound some twenty yards away. The skies are overcast, keeping the cooler air intact for perhaps the rest of the day. I've decided to write for a bit.
Out of the many varieties of grapes I have tried to grow here, after a decade, only the Cabernet Sauvignon, Cynthiana, and Champanel varieties remain. They are the only varieties that have taken everything the weather has thrown at them. They were watered and fertilized regularly when established the first few years; now I do little and they remain where others have failed.
There was a time when I fought the environment, attempting to grow plants where they did not belong, perhaps just to prove I could. I think it is important to experiment with what works or doesn't when it comes to planting, but I think it is even more important to recognize what works best after a set time and go with that until things change, then, change with it.
On that note, we humans can be so adaptable and yet so resistant to change at the same time. It is difficult to accept change, especially when it comes to our environment -- social or otherwise. Sometimes we change by choice; sometimes we do not. There is an art to finding the right balance between when it is time to change versus when it is time to resist. Education (in its many forms) and a lot of experience can aid in making the correct decision. I am thankful the founding fathers and mothers of this country I live within understood the difference. I wish our current "professional" politicians did.
I do not understand the unwillingness to compromise on so many things and I really don't understand why everything has to be Republican or Democrat. Unlike those last surviving grape varieties in the vineyard, our nation is composed of so much more than two parties.
The outstretched limbs of the understory trees have become still, so too have my fingers on the keyboard -- at least for this blog post.
Until next week.