Do you remember Elmer Fudd telling his buddy to “be ver-we, ver-we qwi-et”? Seems Elmer had his old double barrel shotgun and he was rabbit hunting. And he was always telling Tweety Bird or Bugs Bunny, himself, to be ver-we, ver-we qwi-et, because there was a wab-bit around here somewhere.
The other day Linda and I were out in the yard, and I told her to be very, very qwi-et. When she asked why, I told her that sound she was hearing was the grass growing. It seems we are mowing every other day, if it is dry enough. And, if we don’t, the grass gets so thick that it comes out of the mower in big, wet hunks. We can’t seem to get a full week in without having to mow again.
And while you might think it is good for the garden, I believe we have had a bit more moisture than some of the plants can use, as they seem to be a little water logged. They look like they need a few sun shiny days to pull them out of the doldrums.
Apparently, even the morels have been affected by the abundant moisture. I have talked to several people and while some of them have found a few, for the most part the consensus is that this is not a very good year for morels. I had hoped to find enough to make it worthwhile to stink up a skillet, but that has not been the case. I will survive, but I will miss that springtime treat.
One treat that I didn’t miss was spending a couple of hours at the Relay for Life event that our good volunteers were putting on at the elementary school last Saturday. With Tyler Johnson on banjo and Duane Siler on bass we were able to play a little bluegrass music for the gathering. Just before I got there, they all had to break camp and go inside because of the rain showers, but they didn’t seem to let that dampen their spirits. I hope they did well.
I am constantly amazed by the caring, giving spirit of the good people in this county. We are so blessed to have people willing to work long, hard hours to help out any of a number of good causes. This one was, of course, to raise money for cancer research. But, it is the same whether it is for the food panty or the Lions Club, or the volunteer fire and rescue squads. I hope we all never forget how blessed we are to be able to live here.
I am hoping for a little more sunshine and a little less rain. But, whatever the weather and life brings, we would all do well to count all our blessings and remember the words of Jim Elliot, a young missionary who lost his life while spreading the word of the Lord. Mr. Elliot said, “I couldn’t have asked for more than God in deliberate grace has surprised me with.”