This taste of spring, how lucky I am to live in Nebraska. My quarter century on the Gulf Coast, with its two seasons (hot and wet, chilly and wet), lend a deep appreciation to the four we enjoy. A boon to runners to be sure.
And those that grow their livelihood from the fertile soils of the Twin Rivers Homestead. My seed orders placed. Basil, beans, beets, brocolini, Brussel sprouts, butternut squash, cabbage, carrots, cantaloupe, chard, cilantro, collards, cucumbers, eggplant, kale, leeks, lettuces, okra, onions, parsley, peppers, potatoes, radishes, snap peas, tomatoes and zucchini. 16,000 square feet filled with anticipation and potential.
Seed starting mats. Grow lights. Soil mixes. Water. This is how we do it.
Lying in bed mulling today’s words last night. The Real message I wanted to get across today is this. I look back on my life with fond reminisce of a simpler time. Slower, less stimulating, more time for quiet introspection- something we are recapturing here at the Bar None. Technology has sped to catch my youth’s science fiction. Nearly every school boy fantasy filled. I posed the following amidst the pillows, “When today’s youth reflect on their “good old days”, will these accelerated experiences seem mundane to them? Will they have a base line of quiet at all to reference?
If they are runners they will. That last bastion of freedom. Quiet. A contradiction’s best face forward. I have dedicated generations to building clubs and programs for runners of all abilities. I prefer to be alone. And understand those likeminded.
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