Learn from your mentors
We did our part to be community members this morning, and, by gum, it might actually be possible here. Simply recognizing people isn’t enough. You have to go and actually talk to them (not something big city dwellers are encouraged to do). Today I found that I knew more people around me than I had originally calculated.
The plan for the afternoon was to go to the city (not the big city) for a family meal. Since this was a wet one, with rain alternating between heavy and really heavy, we wanted to avoid a major construction zone that had lots of good old red Island mud, so we took unknown roads. Down through Green Meadows (they were) and then across to the town that watches the city. Only one detour; the driver keeps getting good farm lanes confused with poor rural roads, and we have had our fair share of visits to the yards of perfect strangers.
Along the way, seeing fields of green outlined by trees of green, the novel idea came that we should plant trees before we do anything else with our new domain. Build a windbreak, outline the borderline. Of course, my knowledge of treeplanting is limited to a video of people working in the north as planters, so I decided to call on a friend (think Want To Be A Millionaire). After some triangulation and calculation we arrived on his doorstep for a “brain pickin’ session”. Turns out, there is a well established tradition of transplanting small white spruce from Island ditches to Island lawns, and we left with maps, measurements, a proper shovel, a long tape measure and tons of encouragement in our new role of treenappers.
Before supper, I rewatched an early Mike Myers film, “So I Married An Axe-murderer”. This is one of those films that could become a classic, along the lines of “Little Shop Of Horrors”. And, no, I wasn’t frightened.
