Looking for a preparation-for-spring job that is just about right for these too-warm late October days with little rainfall, something that promises hints of spring without too much work, as the planting of the spring daffodil garden is going to be for Vicki and I.
What do grown-up gardeners do, in this typical “Fair Week” cool spell? If they’ve outgrown a yen for riding roller coasters, or have no grandchildren at the right age, they maybe ought to do something else somewhat foolish.
There are some watchwords you learn as soon as you begin messing around with computers. The first, of course, is “if anything goes wrong, turn everything off and start over,” which I think is called “rebooting.”
I talked with Ann Hibbs for two hours this afternoon, remembering Rod. She told of his motivational tactics with her: “Ann, here’s a list of things the regional vice president is supposed to do. Do them and you will be the best RVP Southern Region has ever had.”
The American Daffodil Society lost one of its true statesmen on Friday morning, August 18, when Rod Armstrong, after a long and courageously and seemingly won victory over lung cancer, succumbed after a very private battle against leukemia. He was only 73.