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Brazil Buzz

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,

Through the flashing bars of July.

---Frances Thompson

Yesterday, we reworked the garden and finished grooming the grassy grounds. I am sure glad that necessary work is, temporarily, set aside for a few days. Today, the good old summertime of 2011 is giving the air conditioners a workout. It is hot out there folks. I just read the lips of the thermometer and the numbers agree with that fact.

That's OK though, because I am inside the little blue house at the end of the road feeling cool. I am venting a gentle breeze through my fingertips on to this black keyboard and directly to you -- more of my silent wind.

We all have held up fairly well with the aforementioned ramblings considering, "Brazil Buzz" will be nine years old July 25. I am grateful for the folks at The Brazil Times and you, my readers, more than could ever be expressed in words. I have connected with old friends and made many new friends ever since.

I promised Frank Phillips I would do my best to not disappoint him or the readers.

When he left the paper I worried that Jason Moon, the new managing editor might replace me. I am still here. Thanks Jason!

Sadly, of those friends, several passed away since July 25, 2002. I saved all of their letters and beautiful cards, remember the phone calls and good conversation. I draw strength from their words of encouragement.

As for the rest of you, hang in there. As long as we are still on the same page it is not over; no one will be allowed to sing, yet!

Mama deer has been walking her twin offspring to the old apple tree located near the remnants of Dad's old coal pile. The tree is loaded with the perfect and not-so-perfect fruit. The deer and rabbits love green apples that fall to the ground for one reason or another. Bees and Japanese beetles, birds and what not feed off of the tree.

We wait until the proper harvesting time and then claim the larger and best apples from the higher branches for our own use.

Chaos happened over the course of the night. Deer and other woodland critters stole all of the peaches and plums from the trees in our little orchard, the harvest we were looking forward to. We did not know which of the wild nocturnal animals that frequent this place to accuse of such a sorry trick.

Paul and I were admiring the fruit last Saturday. The dwarf trees were loaded. Thieves came in the night and took the full crop.

Sunday, after we showed our eldest grandson and his wife the garden and gave them some produce, we ambled over to those trees.

We were shocked to find broken branches and only leaves on the rest of them.

The deer and the other smaller animals moved in on the green bean blooms and treated themselves to sweet corn silks and stalks, too. Quick work and the addition of more barriers may save the healthy garden from further damage of that nature.

Those darn deer and I have a bittersweet relationship. I love to see the beautiful animals both at dawn and dusk. When the fruit is on the trees, the ripe berries are on the vine and the garden is doing so well; I could do without them.

I do not have a selfish bone in my body and I reckon they can't ask , "Can we feed on your fruit and veggies?" I also know full well those guys and gals never heard of the ten commandments, one of which is "Thou shall not steal!"

Not too many days ago, across the fence in Restlawn, three little boys did major damage to an evergreen that had been nicely pruned, after years of growing out of control.

Those young boys, unbeknownst to me and other friends of the cemetery, weren't just admiring someone's hard work, they did a little work of their own. The boys parked their bikes and stripped over half of the evergreen's bark from several thick bowed-out limbs.

Naturally, that part of the landmark shrub/tree is dying. The tops have turned brown already. The evergreens future is not good.

Recently much work has been done throughout and money has been spent to improve the appearance of the burial grounds and preserve its integrity. That of which, I will tell you about in detail, at a later date.

Parents should keep an eye on their children. The graveyard is not a good place to play. Some very old stones could tumble over, causing bodily injury or worse- death. Flowers and other decorations should not be rearranged or removed from graves or the premises by wrongdoers.

Old timers used to tell us that would bring about bad luck. Whether that is true or not doesn't matter. It just isn't right for anyone to steal!

If your children are caught destroying tokens of remembrance, expensive stones, lawn, fence, buildings or anything in a cemetery, for that matter, parents or guardians can be held responsible for damages.

If you choose to use Restlawn, at night , for any purpose other than visiting the dead, illegal or otherwise, the place is checked out by the police and others, periodically.

These old eyes don't miss much either.

I am surprised that I failed to catch the tree surgeons do there damage. I doubt, if those young sprouts knew that trees need a layer of bark to protect them from cuts and bruises. extreme temperature changes, etc.

One thing I do know how to respect a cemetery and the peace of every person resting there. "Thanks to Dad and Mom's early teachings; I still practice what they preached, back in the day!"

I can be reached by phone at 812-446-4852 or by email at pmlsartor@aol.com.