Land preparation, which is the preamble to land use, Is In full-swing. Tractors race up and down the middles, with distributors in tow, followed by slower-moving machines, with busters fore and aft, to break out on the fertilizer.
The black land, or buckshot, which Is the only kind we own or see, looks mighty good these days. Of course, It could do with a rain, the better the sooner as the feller says, but we aren't worrying about that yet, because it always has rained In March and we are still assuming that it always will.
Right now there is a heap of activity among the land users In Wilzin Park. Shop Edwards is building a fence which, with a little more roll to the landscape, would make passers-by think of Middle Tennessee or the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Lightning rods sticking from the roof-tree, and a few calves grazing Shelby's lawn would complete the parallel.
Mary Margaret and Jerome Hafter are having land hauled onto their estate, for future use, at the southeast corner of Wilzin and Wetherbee. A heap of fine material and craftsmanship is going into that house of theirs, including two-by-sixes and two-by-twelves that are all of twenty-eight feet long.
Charles Albert Schwarz has unshipped his power-mower, and while he made neither the grass nor the fur fly, the pecans in his patch were something else yet. The whirring blades really put a machine gun In the shade, the way it scattered pecans around the compass.
Mrs. R. E. Nichols pushes her own mower, without benefit of kilowatt or high-octane gas, and has just about the neatest yard In Wilzin Park. She also has (the largest Pyracantha that we've ever seen.
Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Hodge are breaking ground for their new home, southeast corner of Crittenden and Arnold, but we beat Lois Frazier to said location and installed a brace of fig trees along the ditch bank. So all Jimmy needs now Is a vine, to be fixed like the guy In the story.
That charming description of Rozelle Header's garden party, In last Sunday's Delta Scene, would still apply, for the robins, squirrels, and blackbirds are still active. And the mockingbirds sing gaily all the while. Just now, one old squirrel! is going in for land- use himself, scooping dirt much as a center passes a football, so as to stash a pecan. Naturally he Is looking to the future, and the possibility of a shortage of food. But the chances are that he will forget where he put that nut, so we are probably sitting in on a tree planting Instead. Which recalls that line In the third grade copybook, quote:—
"A squirell once planted an oak-tree."
Miss Molly asked why the color scheme atop the brick wall, meaning Iwo red cans, and one blue, which we keep filled with water for our fine feathered friends. We told her that the latter was for the blue-Jays, and the former for the robins and red-birds. Mrs. Schwarz, who is usually on the gullible side, demurred for once but admitted she hadn't the lime to spare for bird-watching in order to check the tallness of our story.
An excellent example of land use in the way Louise and DeWitt Walcott have landscaped their ditch bank. It's a sleep slope, all of forty-five degrees and maybe more, but the iris and the flags they started that have now taken hold lo make a broadened base of purple and lavender for 'the camellias up above. Anyone who doubts the feasibility of Miss Florence Ogden's suggestion, about landscaping the Indians Mounds at Winterville, needs only to sea what Mr. and Mrs. Walcott have accomplished along Reed Road.
Departing from Wilzln Park, we pause to salute the Hanson yard, corner of Walker and Eureka, and pay tribute to our old friends Frances and Buford who have worked hard to make their place the attractive spot it is. And Mrs. Ranson would like to know what is the best type of feed for camellias at this time of year. We hope that Squire Eustis has some surplus tomato plants coming along in his moss plantation (and egg plant too).
We are glad to have a good report from Mary (Mrs. Don) Ewbank regarding her cape jasmine bush. Like Miami's banyan tree, the Ewbank cape jasmine would cover a city block right now with half a chance. It is the roundest, fattest, and finest bush we ever saw.
Speaking of land use, Eunice (Mrs. Kennelh) Edwards, had better call for this box of plants we've started for her before they get too big to move. And we thank Cousin Margaret Powell, up thar In Hernando, for the peony tree she sent by Skeet Edwards, It arrived In perfect condition, and has been transferred to the open ground in fine style.
B.C.
