Saturday, April 25, 2009
birdbath with sea oats
I KIND OF LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS...A KIND OF "ENGLISH GARDEN GONE WILD." SERIOUSLY, SOMETIMES THERE ARE WEEDS THAT ARE TOO PRETTY TO MOW. I ONCE HAD AN ENTIRE BACKYARD OF LIMBS IN MY MIDWESTERN HOME THAT BEGAN TO BECOME A HABITAT FOR ALL TYPES OF BIRDS AND SMALL WILDLIFE. I LET THAT CONTINUE FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS, ESPECIALLY ENJOYING THE LIBERATION OF NO MOWING EXCEPT THE MINIMUM. FINALLY, IT BECAME TOO MUCH; NEIGHBORS BEGAN WHISPERING AND MAKING COMMENTS ABOUT OUR BIRD SANCTUARY. WELL, REALLY, THERE IS A LIMIT TO HEIGHTS AND I CLEARED IT OUT. A FARM IS WHAT ONE NEEDS FOR TOTAL LIBERTY WITH LIMBS, BIRDS AND BRUSH
- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.