|Mom called this "Bill's Play Pen." He had the chain link fence built to keep the deer out. The t-shaped frames|
were used to support a bird net and preserve the ripe blueberries.
As I picked, I was wrapped in thoughts of Dad and a collection of essays by Wendell Berry, Fidelity. Wendell writes of people who demonstrate fidelity to their spouses, their friends, and their place ( their community and their land).
Dad could have been the main character in so many of Wendell's stories. Of course he was a solid rock companion to Mom for more than 71 years and a faithful father to Barbara Jean and me for just a few years less than that. But his fidelity to his community, his church and his place is well demonstrated. All the big rocks are gone from his garden spot but the remaining gravels keep the soil loose and well drained. Kitchen waste weeds, pruned apple tree limbs and other organic matter had been turned into compost for may years and applied to make the hill-side garden a productive spot.
I told Grandson Joshua that when Dad purchased the original 3 acres on which he built his house and made our home the plot was lovingly called "Goat Hill." But since we didn't have goats, locust brush, sassafras, poison ivy, and all other brushy undergrowth was removed by hand.
As I work around the place I am constantly reminded of Dad's frugality. He usually fixed something rather than replace it. He did that for his hardware customers as well, and that was one of the things that kept his loyal customer base. I guess that means he practiced fidelity with his resources. That fidelity allowed him to die like he lived, debts all paid.
I just hope I can practice fidelity to Dad's principles and example and leave my "goat hill" a better place than I found it.