Shortly after I was discharged from the Navy, a friend of mine helped me acquire a job at a department store in South Carolina, in the sporting goods department. I sold everything from .99 cent fishing hooks to regulation size (9-foot) pool tables ($900.00 each), and everything, sports related, in between. I liked working retail and for every two or three rude and obnoxious customers, there was 10 or 15 pleasant ones.
They (whoever “they” are) say history repeats itself and on more than one occasion I’ve discovered this to be true in my life.
I began a part time job today. In retail sales. 30 years ago I worked in sporting goods, today you could say I work in “aluminum, bronze, pewter and sterling silver.” I’ve not been at Wendell August long enough to know if they have rude and obnoxious customers. My guess is those kinds of folks are still around. And so are the pleasant ones I’m sure.
We’ve enjoyed a mess of ‘Kentucky Wonder’ pole beans, miraculously. It seems no matter how bad the Japanese beetles skeletonize these beans, the plants are most always vigorous enough to survive the onslaught and make.
Our heirloom tomatoes always do well and we’ve been harvesting them for a couple weeks now. And we’re having an exceptional harvest of hybrid ‘Sun Gold’ cherry tomatoes, perhaps the sweetest of all cherry tomatoes I’ve ever eaten.
I dug one row of Kennebec potatoes a while back, and have one more row of Red Pontiacs to dig. I’ve heard folks say “Potatoes are so cheap I just buy them instead, besides, they’re a lot of work because you have to dig them.” I reckon that’s a legitimate point. But doesn’t taste matter?
The perennial flowers are on the decline. We planted a few extra lily bulbs late that are now blooming, and a few annuals are keeping some color. But the one color I’ve noticed above the others, and I mean literally above – there’s a red-orange tint to the leaves on some sugar maples.