There's one of Ellen's roses. There are more blooms on it, some open, some still budded up, some coming out like debutants at a ball, slow with shyness.
My local county commissioner called me this morning. She is NOT one to shy away from talking to the people she represents. She is very upset about this whole Dollar General debacle but at this point, until they can change the land planning rules, her hands are tied. She said she went to the person who does the site okaying and said, "Those are wetlands," and the woman said, "No, they are not." Then Betsy said, "Well then, that's a flood plain." Again, the woman said, "No, it's not."
According to Betsy some of the people in the local government (rich old white men) are retiring and they were of the opinion that your land is your land and you can do whatever you want to with it. And their definition, I suppose, of what a wetland or flood plain is is pretty darn loose. And Betsy knows full well that that property has always got water on it. She grew up in Lloyd and said that even as a child she could not walk across that piece of woods and she is also very aware that the land south of the Dollar General lot is even lower and wetter and the land across the road is also always wet.
"How are they going to put a septic tank in there?" she asked me.
Well, fuck if I know. Lloyd does have municipal water but not sewer lines.
It is a cluster fuck in all ways.
She says there's nothing we can do now but she is going to fight for better zoning laws and definitions. And I believe her. She told me she doesn't even like Dollar General stores and in fact, will not shop at any big box stores including Walmart. Especially Walmart.
So there was that. We shall now see what happens and I have a strong feeling it's going to include a lot of fill dirt.
I took my walk today. No Man Lord had three guys there today, hanging out with him, talking. They all waved at me and I waved back. Once again, there is some project going on in the yard that I do not understand. It would appear that they're ripping one of the campers on the property apart. What they're going to use the materials for I do not know. All will be revealed, I guess. I think of his place as sort of a continuing work of art and housing. There appear to be many random pieces of...stuff? on the property right now as well as many aluminum cans which I know he must collect and sell. It is all in constant flux. There is an entire culture in Lloyd that I am completely mystified by. And that is fine. I can't even imagine what is thought of me. If indeed they even think about me.
I spent the rest of the day doing little things. I potted up some plants that I have rooted and found homes for those pots on porches. I even put my beloved pineapple plant that I started from a pineapple top that had mostly frozen and may be dead, in a pot with more dirt in it and I'm going to give it the old ignore-it-and-maybe-it-will-come-back treatment. I also made a lemon buttermilk cake for Easter that we will eat with berries and whipped cream.
This weekend they are going to go to Apalachicola to celebrate and August and Levon will spend Friday night here, and Saturday night with Aunt Lily so they can wake up with all the cousins on Easter for Easter basket fun.