Remaining silent about the destruction of nature is an endorsement of that destruction.

I’m supposed to be leaving right after work today, to go on a quick weekend camping trip to see the rock art in Seminole Canyon, but it isn’t going to work out that way. The Big Function in Junction, aka Rodeo, is in town this weekend, so I thought that I would have more fun, by not attending and skipping town for a couple of days. I packed my gear into my jeep and had everything set to go, when a friend called me up and in a frantic voice said he needed my help (there goes my trip). He is in the Rose growing business and for some odd reason decided to take on a huge (5+/- acres) landscape design and installation job. He has never done that kind of work before and doesn’t know what to do. He is meeting with his clients this coming Monday and he doesn’t have a clue where to begin. I even had to tell him what kind of paper that the plans should be drawn on. And that is why he is panicking. I calmed him down and told him, that if he brought me the measurements of the property, soil samples, house foot print, compass bearings, etc, that I would be more than happy to haul his butt out of the fire on this one. So, as I write this, he’s making on the five hour drive to come and bring his mess. So instead of getting to spend a weekend in the outdoors, I’ll be stuck inside drawing pictures of how the outside looks. Not near as much fun, but it is good to be able to help out when I’m needed.