After writing “View” for some 16 years, I find I just can’t stop because things don’t stop happening. Just so you know my reason for stopping: I have been recently told I am at the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s disease and will likely end up not knowing what the LCN even is, so I didn’t want my reading public to watch me slowly fall apart. Apparently, however, it is going to take a long time, and I have decided to let my editor tell me when the time for me to stop has come.
Summer here is still very, very dry, and both our spring and drilled well are dry. What a total drag on the wheels of progress. Then out of the blue, Robin gets this little red place on his ankle. It gets worse so we go to the Sheepscott Valley Health Center and they give him antibiotics. If it gets worse, go to the hospital. It did and we did. Three- and four-hour drips of the antibiotic vancomycin, morning and night for the last three days. It is screwing up our sleep, our house, lawnwork, etc. I am writing this here at Miles, in the clinic, in a nice sunny room with a view across the lagoon while Robin gets infused.
I have had to haul water to the big greenhouse to water our medicine growing there. Cannabis just loves the hot, hot sun and our plants are growing zillions of resin buds. Yee-hah! To the lazy and undeserving: don’t even think of stealing it; you will regret it for years to come. We have devices …
However, the rest of the garden is choking, and my perennials are suffering and shriveling up. It is very hard for a good gardener to watch. My friend Darryl Grady has kindly brought large barrels of water in his pickup for me. You know who your friends are when things get hard.
We don’t swim in the Sheepscot now because it has nearly stopped moving and is getting bug-ridden. At Head Tide dam, I don’t believe there are 5 gallons a minute coming through the spillway.
I am considering inviting fellow gardeners to come and help perform a good long rain dance, Native American-style. Robin is, after all, half-Indian.
I really appreciate the calls, messages, and texts urging me to continue. Like I said: you find out who your friends are …
(Doug Wright lives over Head Tide Hill in Whitefield. He welcomes feedback at douglas.wright22@yahoo.com.)
