104. Sunbathing

            When you live in a northern climate the sun isn’t always around. Luckily I live in a place that generally gets nice summers, some days even get hot (like now in August). Because, like all of life, it’s rather short lived, I enjoy taking time to just lay around in the sun. Sometimes it might be in the morning sitting at a picnic table on the east side of the house writing in my journal like now. Other times it might be on a sandy beach at the lake or river just lazing about letting myself get just a little hot so I can dip into the water and get out and start the whole sun bathing process all over again. But most of the time it’s in my back yard after the day’s work is done and I just doze off in the late afternoon sunshine in a lawn chair. And I’m not picky. I’ll do that in the spring or fall as well if the sun is out.

            I’m certainly not a worshiper of the sun, but I definitely enjoy its presence. I feel most comfortable with life when I can just relax for a time and forget all the world and its troubles and bask in the warmth of sunshine. During those moments I don’t worry about anything except maybe the sentence I’m writing or the chapter I’m reading. I actually will stop and smell the roses when I’m in my back yard in the sunshine.

            I think perhaps if we all took time away from life and just relaxed in the sunshine we would remember that life is a gift, not a time to worry about the latest tweet of the president or the standing of the country in world politics. America is a vast beautiful country teeming with life and natural beauty that is largely due to the sun. Maybe if we all just found a nice sunny spot to remember that and to take stock in the wonder about us all the other silly things would just fall into place.

            I think perhaps my aspirations have always been to be a sunbather. So now I will be thankful for every patch of sunlight in my life.

103. Gardening

            I wrote about fresh garden tomatoes as being something I appreciate about being an American but I just love the entire aspect of gardening. I love getting out there, working the soil, planting flowers and vegetables, harvesting, watching the birds and bees enjoy what I’ve planted…I just love it all.

            I can spend five to six hours of a summer day just trimming hedges, weeding vegetable patches, redoing flower beds, tinkering in the shed and dreaming about what I’m going to do next. I love to watch viny vegetables from day to day. Squash and pumpkins will go from tiny little sprouts to green mounds in a fortnight. Then they start sprouting out tentacles, climbing into the corn, up the fence and into the hedges. Cucumbers are the same on a smaller scale. I will place wire near them so that they can climb up and be kept to a smaller area so I have room to grow other exciting things.

            The taste of fresh corn on the cob is something I love. There is nothing as sweet as corn picked just a few moments before you cook it. Candy cannot compare. In the autumn I cut the stalks down and put them into shocks to act as sentinels to our doors, blending with the colors of the golden leaves falling from the maples. If I’ve grown enough pumpkins, I’ll carve jack-o-lanterns and set them at the base of the shocks.

            And roses are always beautiful. Since most of mine are hybrids they keep me busy with pruning, winterizing, drying, and pest control. I love their beauty, their photogenic quality and their intoxicating scent. And there are always herbs. Fresh basil to mix in a salad with tomatoes. Sage blooming and attracting honey bees. Lavender, chives, tarragon, and mint all working together or apart in some concoction to sooth, make meats savory or refresh in a lemonade. And pansies and petunias and sunflowers and marigolds, iris, tulips, lilies—oh I could go on forever. Gardening is one of the best preoccupations of this American.

           

102. Garden Fresh Tomatoes

           

            I grew up eating lots of homegrown fruits and vegetables because we lived in an isolated area where it was hard to get good produce and the climate was relatively mild and conducive to good gardening. Where I live now is not quite as mild so it takes a little more work to get the same success with a garden, but I have a love for my home grown tomatoes. I know that’s certainly not an exclusively American thing, but it’s here and an enjoyable part of my life as an American.

            Grocery store tomatoes always look beautiful but most of them never seem to have any flavor. I don’t know why that is, but it is. The tomatoes grown in your back yard or garden always have incredible flavor. Ok, you can occasionally find a good pear shaped cherry tomato or a Roma in a produce aisle in winter, but even they made no comparison to those specimens you grow at home. A Beefsteak tomato vine ripened just before the first kiss of frost in September that you slice and salt reminds you just how wonderful summer has been and how bountiful the harvest is. But I never limit myself to Beefsteak.

            Because I live where winter is a reality and the summer growing season is short, I experiment with all sorts of tomatoes. Yellow Taxi are prolific and grow on smaller vines. Varieties developed for this part of the world out of local universities can also be successful. Why stick with traditional red when you can have things like Prudence Purple and Yellow Taxi? Give those green striped tomatoes a try. They may not look quite ripe but you’ll know when those stripes pop and the flesh has lost that hardness only to give way to a soft delight. Any of these can be cooked down to a wonderful tomato sauce. Got some stale French bread? Snip some basil, chop the tomatoes, slice some fresh mozzarella, and mix it all up in balsamic vinegar and olive oil for a great bread tomato salad. Let the end of your summer be a tomato paradise. We’re a melting pot so we should enjoy our American heritage of fresh garden tomatoes.

           

101. The Constitution

           

           One of the greatest things about the United States and being an American is our constitution. It makes us a nation that is open to debate ideas and even battle them out with rancor in courts that can dissipate that rancor, but all of this is conducted with a belief in the rule of law. We aren’t a people who just accept what’s given to us, but we have managed to figure out how to fight for those things we deem fair. We are a very diverse people who sometimes can be at great odds with one another, yet our founders discovered sensible ways to deal with our disputes. In the country we do our best to abide by the rule of law that we have established in our constitution.

            I’m not one to think everything about our constitution in its written form or its living form is perfect. The opening lines of the preamble are the poetry of which I cling when recognizing this, as do all Americans, “We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union…” It may not be perfect what we’ve got here, but it’s pretty damned good.

            As a man of words I find great comfort in the American Constitution, its insurance for this people that we can abide together fairly peaceably even in the most trying of times. We are allowed to abide together from great diversity as one people: E Pluribus Unum. Sometimes it seems like we’re falling apart at the seams but that one blanket holds us together in our squirming, rioting, tumultuous beauty that one blanket that really seems to be seamless is our constitution. I know it is still more ideal than reality, but through it we can resolve our differences, hold onto our differences, soar like eagles or creep like worms but remain through it all one nation believing in justice even when we struggle to attain it. This is our constitution, we, the people, the American people.

            Enjoy this 243^rd American summer and our diverse independence.

100. Automobiles

          

            While I’m bragging up American ingenuity and inventions that make me proud to be an American I can’t forget the automobile, that most expensive of things that I haven’t figured out how to live without. I love my cars. Here in Idaho it would be very difficult to live without one. I couldn’t live as far from work as I do, nor could I do a zillion things that I do to live because there is absolutely no public transportation where I live. Second only to the train is the automobile for opening up the American continent to the countries that are now here. Luckily we still have plenty of places where cars can’t go, but even exploring those places would require a great deal of perseverance if you couldn’t get nearer them by car.

            I will say this. I am looking forward to the day that cars no longer leave such a huge carbon footprint and I’m quite glad that electric cars are becoming a viable option. But I still love cars because they get us around. I don’t think you’ll find a country in the world that doesn’t now use automobiles to get from place to place. And, of course, this clever invention all came from an American named Henry Ford.

            You know, I’m so thankful for my car that I think I’m going to take a drive today to see some of those trees that I was writing about in some of my previous entries. The automobile is just one more thing that reminds me of the many good things there are about this country of ours.

99. Telephones

            All Americans should be grateful for the telephone. Most of us now carry one in our pockets, no longer relying upon wires to connect us. But we also know that that is not how it started. Our initial connections were very dependent upon wires, little boxes and our voices. It was a step beyond the telegraph which was another step beyond the mail that had been our primary distance communication since ancient times.

            Now here we are in the twenty first century communicating with one another over vast distances with little pocket computers that we even use to broadcast our visual forms to others far away. Now we have combined our desktop computers, our televisions, our cameras, our radios, and that ancient mail system into that little pocket computer. And we tie all that together with our discoveries of radio waves and satellites so that we don’t even have to bother with connecting wires. Harry Potter’s wand has nothing over our cell phones!

            Of course, the phone part all started with our good friend Alexander Graham Bell, that very American of inventors. He’s the one who gave us the telephone. Obviously our little cell phone-computer-radio combinations were a collection of other inventions that we now carry around in our pockets. Most of it really is a conglomeration of American ideas, but the telephone is the basis of that little pocket computer and I’m quite glad to have one. It’s a nice step forward from the eight party land line I remember as a kid, but then I probably would not waste my money on a cell phone where I grew up in the Salmon River Canyon. They don’t get much in the way of cell service there. But, thank you very much, Mr. Bell, even there the telephone is still available and because of those wires so are computers and the internet. The telephone is, in fact, a great American invention that I am quite happy to use and I am thankful that it is available to me and a part of my American heritage.

98. Airplanes

        

           A teacher in Britain with whom I was working during my Fulbright exchange asked me, in a somewhat condescending tone, why we (Americans) called airplanes airplanes and not the more correct term of aeroplanes, as they are aerodynamic. This was in the spring of the year and I had come to realize the Brits often resent American English feeling we have somehow corrupted the language. As a native speaker of English and one who has spent a great deal of time studying the language I answered him in a proactive way: “We invented the bloody (yes, I inserted a British swear word) things. We can all them whatever we want.”  To this my British colleague responded, “Touché.”

            Of course I got to Britain by plane, even if it was a Canadian owned, American made airplane (which the Canadians also call aeroplane). The things really are American, and while they may be aerodynamic, the proper term is still airplane and that can’t really be taken from us thanks to those   famous brothers from Ohio who first took flight in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, Orville and Wilbur Wright. Thanks to them we are able to get from one part of the globe to another in a matter of hours instead of weeks or months.  Because of these very American inventions we can experience the discombobulation of being in Seattle one evening and then London at noon of the next day within a third of a day. So if we had stayed in Seattle we would still be in bed. While jet lag can be a bit disconcerting, it’s overcome fairly quickly and we can quickly relinquish biscuits and gravy for beans and toast all because of this amazing invention that we know as airplanes/aeroplanes. (Beans and toast are not an appropriate breakfast food, but alas…) So yes, I am a love of the American invention that has made it possible to see other parts of the world for a few weeks and other parts of my own country for a few days. Thank you Wright brothers for your American ingenuity and your airplanes.