The Rhubarb Patch

I’m a great fan of rhubarb – love the sauce and especially a rhubarb custard pie.

This morning Mr. Boutin from our local Farmer’s Market gave me a rhubarb plant, roots and all. I dug very deep into our clay soil, added a generous amount of fresh compost and topsoil, and planted my future crop. I watered and mulched, and even added dry grass clippings to the mix. I was so eager to get it into the ground that I forgot to use gardening gloves. (So much for the manicure…)

For the first season, the rhubarb needs to grow. For the second season, a few stalks can be harvested. For the third season and forever after, I should have a bountiful crop. I promised Geo and Mr. Boutin rhubarb pies in 3 years.

Anticipation!

Morning Moments on Lake Champlain

Sunlight sparkling on morning dew,
Waves rippling,
Breeze dancing with shoreline reeds,
Ducklings lazing along the water –
My day at Kamp begins.

Government Health Insurance Protests

Some citizens at town hall meetings are really ripped about government expanding its role in health care insurance. They are being vociferously vocal about it, engaging in shouting matches with elected reps. Some say it is an organized effort getting agitators involved to disrupt the meetings so “Obamacare” gets derailed.

Who are these protesters, really? Look at the video. Aren’t these people the aging boomers who were once the hippies and hippie wannabes of the 60s? They were anti-establishment then, and no doubt feel they are in their element NOW still protesting government direction. Why is anyone surprised at the outcry across the country? The boomers know they are a generation who can make a difference. Boomers know how to protest. Boomers know how to make their voices heard, whether in organized marches, silent sit-ins, or in town meetings. It may not be pretty, but it is freedom and it is democracy.

Let freedom ring.