Thursday, March 5, 2009
What a beautiful day! 70 degrees. Sending me out to work my flower beds. The wind however is not cooperating. In I came to look over all the flower seeds I collected last fall. Labor day weekend we had a church group that reserved the entire tent area along with some full hook-up sites. They gave some really nice mums to me and I salvaged the seed. They were wonderful people to work with and asked if they could set up a tent pavilion for their meetings. They set up in the back near Drew's beloved barn in order to have power for their speakers. They also had some impromptu jam sessions of bluegrass music that the other campers enjoyed. I have a limited view of the park from my perch at the registration desk--mainly the front drive and parking area. So, mostly, I watch folks come and go. I wasn't busy when I saw a truck pull up to the propane dispensing tank. They were here to pick up some tanks that had been left for Drew to fill (remember I don't do this). Drew was, as usual, running late so I went out to tell them this. These guys are local and know Drew; and , don't know how to phrase this other than to say that they are "good ole boys" or rednecks. As I approached the truck I saw that they were laughing. I said, "Sorry, guys, he is running late, but should be here any minute." One guy looked at me and said, "Oh, I thought you had gone and kilt (killed in redneck talk) him, cause I see ya'll are setting up the funeral tent." I turned in the direction he had been looking to see what he might be referring to. Sure enough, the tent pavilion my church folks had set up did indeed look like it was ready for a funeral service, flowers and all. Ah, memories.