As I took my daily walk around the garden I didn't hurry even though it was raining. My mind was busy trying to figure out ways to save what was clearly rotting away. Ah, as my Hubby always says, "Let it go - you can't push a chain." I went on out to the herb garden to just walk and contemplate and it began to really pour so I ran into the gazebo, sat and enjoyed the soft sounds and the beginning of another day.
Hubby and I have talked and I think we're going to get several of the tomatoes that are of decent size and go ahead, pick them and let them ripen in the house. I'm seeing way too many tomatoes with the bottom end rotted away. Perhaps I can save a few. They won't be quite as nutritional but at least we'll have some.
Today I'm going to be saying good-by to my Uncle for the final time. It's actually kind of sad. I was thinking about all this last night while I was lying in bed. I was thinking about how easy it is for people to forget. He's the last of a generation. I often think how very sad to watch the last of a generation pass on. There are many old stories, good and bad, secrets of a community that are now gone - permanently. These stories and secrets were from a generation who found themselves coming out of the Great Depression. This generation bridged the gap in a major way, between the old and the new. They've seen some amazing changes in technology and huge social movements. For instance, how sad is it for them to have seen a country that struggled to raise its people to a higher standard of living, yet watched as this same country legalized the killing of babies. This is a generation like none before it or any to come. Gone! I think that's kind of sad. The hope I have are the children of this lost generation. Faith, strength and courage has been left behind. They left us men and women that will stand in the face of trials and tribulation. This generation, that no longer exists, left "family" behind, strong and true, and they will NEVER FORGET!!