Slow melt

Last night it didn't freeze. That means the snow could melt all night, which speeds things up considerably. However, there still are no black spots in the fields until you get about thirty miles south of here. All white.

I remember as a kid that the stubbornness of spring was so discouraging. I would get so sick of winter, and time moved so slow, and it seemed like forever until Opening Day of the baseball season--late March was just too much. I felt persecuted. I looked for the fields to start to open. It took so very unbearably long. I sort of feel a little bit of that this spring, although it is much easier now that I am old enough for time to move speedily along.

Tonight, I taught a community education class in Ada. There was a nice group of 12 people. We met in the board room, which means nice cushy swivel chairs. Bizarre, since last night I dreamt that I was at a board meeting in a school on nice cushy swivel chairs. The meeting in my dream was much more stressful than the community ed class, believe me. I think I was wrapped in nothing but a skimpy afghan just hoping nobody would notice that I had come to the meeting without clothes on.

Tomorrow, I go to Minot to perform before a North Dakota Farm Credit gathering. I am not real sure what it will involve, or how many people will be present. I wasn't real hepped on driving that far when things are busy at the nursery, but they made it worth my while. We'll see if I'm worth their while!

Somebody asked, how can you go out speaking and all that when there is so much to do at the nursery? The sad answer is I don't do much at the nursery. I showed up today and walked around for a while and got the distinct feeling that wherever I showed up, things slowed down as people just waited for me to leave so they could get back to what they were doing.

The nursery benefits from an excess of talented employees. We all do our thing, and my thing is to publicize. That means being on the road.

I felt a bit sheepish last week when I spoke to a group in Clearbrook and was accosted by a woman afterwards who said, "Your hands are soft! You mustn't do any work! You must just go out and speak!" She's right.