Everyone is worried that the true meaning of Christmas is lost. It seems to me that the meaning of the Holidays at this time of year have been rewritten so many times and each time the old meanings either blended or forgotten until what has resulted is a modern day masterpiece that is the highlight of our capitalistic, materialistic, consumer based system. The meaning that cannot be lost is the rush to spend, spend, spend. So much of what we call traditions are borrowed from so called pagan sources that it is impossible to distinguish which is what. Yule, Mithras, Druid, Christian, or Saturnalia. And you know what, it doesn't matter. We give it our own meaning within our own lifetime. And that is what will count for each of us.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...