From My CP: Springtime, Life is Hard and the World is Mean

From My CP: Springtime, Life is Hard and the World is Mean

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Spring isn’t a season here, Spring is the end of “Winter’s Here” and the beginning of “Winter’s Coming.”  Winter’s Here is miserable, too cold to be outside, too long to spend that much time in the house.  Winter’s Comin’ is a furious rush to get everything done in an 85 to 110 day growing season, depending on our luck so we can be ready for “Winter’s  Here” again.  Soon I’ll be a slave to the garden and its never-ending demands for attention, weeding and tilling.  My Dad will add to this by commenting about the plethora of weeds starving out the plants, and on and on.  Now is when I rely on my desire for fresh home-grown food to carry me through till the Fourth of July, that’ll be fresh potato soup.  That’s only three and a half months of backbreaking, sweat and tear drenched labor for the first payday.  It’ll be a long run.

It is definitely spring, its been raining and foggy all week, the ducks and geese are loving life.  I’ve seen a canvasback, mallards, widgeons, tree ducks, pintails.  Every minute outside is an exercise in Waterfowl Identification, fortunately I began practicing that at the age of four playing hookey from Sunday School with my Dad, his buddy Russell Pilegaard and the dogs, Rim and Sadie, in the duck blind.  Russell always made me sing “Jesus Loves Me” at some point but I did get the occasional swig of Peppermint Schnapps so it kinda evened out.   There is at least one pair of swans nesting on Current Lake and our cabin!  The nesting geese were raising cain as they will til their eggs hatch, and I heard the diesel horn sound of a swan telling the geese to back off!  I heard a rooster pheasant declaring his love just a few minutes ago.  They’re all already busy, it is springtime after all.

Lets rant a bit about the snowflakes in colleges across the country, especially in Minnesota today.  If we’re going to bitch about the pitiful state of our youth, lets start out by pointing out the facts.  Hate Speech was formerly known as “politeness.”  Politeness was appreciated but not required or regulated.  You could be, or not be, polite as you desired.  There could be a societal penalty to pay, your neighbors might begin to shun your company but the sheriff wasn’t inbound with the lights on.  Colleges funded by you and I are denying opposing views to be exposed or spoken on their campuses.  Rush summed it up pretty well today when he said the left refuses to accept any authority other than their own.  I’m paraphrasing but you know where to find it.   There’s revolution in the air and sleep is interrupted and uneasy[…]

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