Archive - 2006

February 24th


This morning brought at least a foot of new snow to the nursery. Minutes after posting the picture of the deer below, I attempted to drive to the nursery from my house with my 4-wheel drive pickup. Things were so white, I couldn't see the road and I plowed into a big drift and ended up buried halfway up my doors.

Dad to the rescue, as usual. He pulled me out and cleared a path so I could find my way. Eventually, after wading through the knee-deep snow and gathering what needed to be gathered for my booth at the Fargodome, I got in the pickup and attempted to head to Fargo.

Competition at the birdfeeder

The birds weren't sure what to make of this visitor this morning. Here he looks in the window at me taking a picture of him from a range of about five feet. Then he went back to digging for bird seed. The digging is getting tougher. Today we are getting a good five to six inches of snow, and the wind is supposed to blow later on today.

Touchy feely Twins

An annoying pattern has emerged in the coverage of the Twins by the Twin Cities media in the past year: They sound like a mother who just wants their kids to get along.

This article is a prime example. And it is an example of why I prefer Torii Hunter when he's out in centerfield doing his thing so you can't hear him talk.

February 23rd


Tomorrow, I head to the Fargodome for the first nursery promotion event of the year, the Home and Garden Show. That means I will be manning a booth for three days. I am also going to give a couple of seminars.

I have a little problem; I forgot which seminars I agreed to do, and I can't seem to find a list of the seminars online or anywhere else. I think they will be published in the Fargo Forum tomorrow. I will call into the Fertile Hilton and perhaps Aunt Olla can fill me in. It helps to know what I am speaking on ahead of time in case I could bring some handouts.

Photo hiatus

I have been snapping pictures, but the colors are coming out funny. I don't know where the problem is. When I first put them on the computer, they look fine. When I look at them again, they look orange.

If I edit out the orange, they look better--until I post them on the website, when they get too dark. So, this is frustrating. My enjoyment of photography is predicated upon total control and instant satisfaction. When I lose one or the other or both, my interest dries up in a hurry.

February 22nd

Snowy day

All week, we have had flurries on and off. It is starting to build up. The deer are getting hungry, so hungry that even loud machinery doesn't scare them off from their foraging for flowering crab berries in the snow. When this one finally bolted for the woods, the snow all fell off. He went twenty feet, then turned around and came back to the food.

February 21st

Internet baseball intelligence

Thanks to the internet, one can be a more-informed baseball fan. The best Twins website is hosted by 23-year-old Aaron Gleeman, a University of Minnesota student who's dream of becoming a sportswriter happened more quickly than he might have imagined thanks to the world of weblogging.

Of course, you don't make much money (none) from a blog, but it can give you quite an audience and perhaps a start on a career.

February 20th

Sunset in cold country

The setting sun illuminates the snowsnakes slithering across the highway west of the nursery while a ominous bank of clouds hover over the horizon like a range of mountains.

Snap, crackle and pop

There must be some major humidity changes going on in the house. Last night as I was drifting to sleep, a huge snap awakened me, followed by stuff rolling around. My curiousity got the best of me, so I got up and walked around until I saw what happened: A big beam snapped down the middle which freed up one of the pegs which concealed the lag bolt holding the beam in place. The peg was what was rolling around.

A few hours later, at four in the morning, another enormous crack--almost like thunder--and apparently another beam formed another new crack.

February 19th

Hymn sing

Weblog reader Chuck and his wife Barb hosted a hymn sing last night at their home. A good time with an interesting mix of people. After about an hour or more of singing, out came the snacks. Chuck and Barb are grand hosts.

A couple of the singers know the hymns so well, even even the numbers I consider obscure, that they didn't look at the book. So, these hymns are deep in people's memories.