Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Thursday, August 6, 2009
What Were We Talking About?
Yes, I did keep the little stakes with the plants name on them, and stuck them in the ground around the plants, but I'll be darned if I can think of their names without cheating, and going for the stake.
I am amazed at people that can walk along their gardens and point out various plants and not only speak their common name, but ramble off their Latin scientific name as well.
I hate those people.
No, not really. I don't hate anyone. I do want to slap them though.
"Now, over here is the Red Berried Thumbsucker, otherwise known as Redus Berrium Wrinkledthumbcus."
I want to grab them and give them a noogie-ius right on their head.
It's a small thing, this not remembering squat. I've dealt with it since I was a kid. I'm sure it is a form of ADD. I guess it's not such a big deal. I can find my way home after work (Mary gave me a GPS), and I know who my wife is (she reminds me all the time), so not remembering a plants name is a minor thing.
"Rugosa Rosa". Now that's a name that I can remember. It is what we refer to as a Cape Cod Rose. Why can I remember that particular name? I've no idea, but I do.
Some say that we shift things in order of importance in our heads, especially when our heads are stuffed to the brim with all sorts of flotsam like mine is. Remembering plant names, in my case, just isn't a priority apparently, and more important things are. Paying the mortgage on time, or the phone bill is more toward the top of the list. Running errands, and picking up things we are almost out of, is more important. Remembering which days I'm working this week is another thing close to the top of the remembering list.
Everyday chores like taking out the trash, emptying the litter box, making coffee for the morning, taking my clothes out of the dryer are on that list.
I forgot to get the clothes out the dryer.
Gotta run. I forgot where I was going with this anyway.