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Diary of a Boy Gardener

We are in the Berkshires, the beautiful rolling hills of western Massachusetts where the season is short and the frosts sometimes win. Visit Sally and David's Gardens and see how two old farts spend their time helping what plants they can find their place in this world.

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Location: Hinsdale, Massachusetts, United States

Retired Service Engineer. Installed and repaired diagnostic x-ray equipment. Trained and supported others doing the same thing.

Sunday, March 30, 2003

There has been a dramatic weather change. Yesterday we had heavy rains starting late afternoon. The brooks, streams and rivers nearby were already full from snow pack melting. The rain brought them up rapidly. The brook between the bank and the house almost covered the bridge and has put a lot of debris on the lawn when it went around the bridge once it couldn't all get under same. This morning David went to get the paper and saw flooding everywhere (not over roads yet, but getting close). The biggest change here in happyville is that the beaver dam across the street is washed away, so the river is down two feet or more exposing the lodge and washing some of it away. Hope no mammals got swept away down to Long Island Sound via the Housatonic.
This afternoon we are forcast to receive 6-10" of heavy snow. It is lightly snowing as I type and it is 34F out the window. I guess the crocus won't be in bloom tomorrow. Lucky the daffies are just sticking up a bit, not really swollen yet, so they should be OK.
On the web development front, David finally got the hang of PHP/msSQL and has written his first table and a few php pages to add records and display same. Today he hopes to add a second table and learn how to do outer joins. Then it's off to a test garden page written in php. At the same time he is doing some development for his part time job's web site and what he learns one place must be portable to another. Great to dust off the brain a bit, but seems that this older brain has more trouble grasping stuff than that brain that used to work for a living before the big R.


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