#some seedlings and kepting snow for new beginnings!

[kvroii]

0 - The Fool

[courtlyharlequin]

A Spring Without You

Warning(s): gender neutral reader, reader death mention, suicide mention, angst, grief, post-death scenario

Summary: One year. One year since that fateful day yet Leona Kingscholar finds himself unable to move on from you, his dearly beloved as the snow melts and the buds bloom into blossoms.

A/N: Uwahhh! New blog alert! This is my debut fic hehehehe. Well, on Tumblr anyway. This was a self indulgent fic but I hope you enjoy regardless ! Shoot me a request to help me start up this blog >~<

They say that spring is the season of new beginnings. They say that the colder the winter, the warmer the spring. They say that a life without love is a year without spring. The latter holds true for Leona Kingscholar.

Spring has officially sprung in Twisted Wonderland. The botanical garden is lush with foliage and flowers in full bloom. On any normal day, Leona would have claimed the area as a napping spot. But these days were far from normal. He could not bear to see the sight of the garden— the garden where he met you. Leona could not bear the sight of any viridescent foliage, really. He avoided the greenhouse at all costs. Anything and everything related to the garden painfully reminded him of you.

You who had stepped into his darkness and not only accepted his inner demons, but also made acquaintance with them. You who had shed light into his abyss of ugly emotions. Emotions like jealousy and sadness meant nothing when he was with you. Your naive nature was endearing; it was refreshing compared to from all the things Leona experiences. Your smile was blinding. You who had thawed the winter’s frost in his heart and embraced it with the mellow tenderness of springtime. You were the sun, so pure and full of life. What’s more is that you adore spring for the sole reason of flowers. You loved them. Perhaps more than him— not that he was willing to admit it. But for Leona, he loved you more than anything in the world. He loved you as much as you loved Eastertide— if not more. He loved how you lit up his monochrome world, how flowers were only beautiful if you were dressed in them. He loved your unconditional love. Since when had he received such an endless stream of affection and affirmation? It was a flurry of positive yet unknown emotions. Everytime he was with you, he would feel it. It was as if a surge of flower petals engulfed him in their intoxicatingly sweet scent.

Just like that day. The memory of you frolicing a vast flower field haunts Leona to this day. One year ago, you smiled. You smiled for the last time that day.

Your laughter rings in Leona’s ears every now and then. You were unusually giddy that day, having the gall to drag him through the mirror to an undisturbed meadow tucked away behind a range of rolling hills. His nose was immediately flooded with a soft fragrance. His eyes were met with thousands of flower buds, ready to bloom in the next few days. Some had already bloomed. He stood with his mouth agape only to become the subject of your teasing.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”  you asked before taking his hands to, quite literally, waltz among the budding florets.

It was surreal. You were a hopeless-beyond-help romantic and Leona would occasionally indulge in your cliche fantasies. Because he found it charming. Because he loved you. Because never wanted his own darling princess to come to anything but a happily ever after. Because being with you was like a fairytale, a daydream that Leona hoped to never wake from. But as they all say, all good things must come to an end.

Those days were gone. The days where you gifted him with dozens of flower crowns, the days where the two of you would dilly dally in the garden, the days where he kissed you slowly to awaken you from your slumber just to make you feel like the love you two shared was true love. They were all ignorant bliss. They had painstakingly passed. Summer’s heat was unbearable, but winter was the worst. The season brought harsh chills along with a sense of numbing anguish. Winter rendered everything he learned and loved about you meaningless. When the snow finally melted, his heart was encased in frost once more. Nowadays, Leona finds himself bedridden and cold without the warmth of his sun yet time still flies, waiting for no one. Spring was coming.

Leona was blind. You- his beloved, his darling, his princess- was just as broken as he was. You were lonely, feeling incompetent as the significant other of prince. He should have picked it up sooner. There was rarely ever the occasion where he asked you if you were alright. Your worst moments were dealt with elsewhere and rarely did you ever dare to trouble him with your own feelings. If he was simply a better partner, if he had put more effort into keeping up with his half of the relationship, then perhaps you would still be here as the person who broke his walls, lit up his world, and ignited so many foreign feelings within his heart. If he had taken one moment, just one, to ask: “how are you?”, would have it been any different? You always asked him. You always listened to him, but he had never done the same.

Was it because he found it to be a hassle? Not quite. Leona certainly did not find your sporadic story times troublesome. He found them amusing. You always get worked up over the silliest of things. You were like a child. Leona could not fathom at the thought of someone so vivacious having their own inner demons. The idea shook him to the core.

He frowned at the thought. Was the reason why he ever asked you: “how are you?” was because he was afraid to face the monsters in your head because he had his own? And that they were larger than his own? Leona grunted in annoyance. The fragments of you left inside his mind were all so vivid. It’s as if you were still there. Still happy.

What were your final moments like before you breathed your last breath in that same flower field that you both waltzed upon? Did you show him that field for him to find your lifeless body on a bed of your favorite flowers days later? Are you truly that cruel? These conclusions gnaw at his head while his own heart throbs with a feeling that can only be known as regret. The heavy weight of guilt keeps Leona forever awake, tired and too tiring. He sprawled across his sheets, sighing pensively. You plague his dreams, claiming his peaceful pastime of napping as your own. There was no joy in the things he enjoyed. Napping was a death wish and not even Cheka was able to raise his spirits.

A tired, sleep deprived Leona is an irritated Leona. Even Ruggie had kept his distance from him. Or is it the other way around? Leona kept to himself these days. Even Idia Shroud leaves his room more than Leona now. Though if one were to ask Ruggie to see Leona, the perfect is miraculously absent from the scene every time.

Today was a grim day with many inconveniences. Everywhere Leona went to escape his visitors reminded him of you. With nowhere to find peace and quiet, as his bedroom is occupied with unwanted visitors and his alternative hiding spots leaving a bittersweet taste in his mouth, he sought out the garden. The time felt right. It was spring. You always loved this time of year. Perhaps he would love it this time around too.

As soon as he stepped foot into the greenhouse, his nose was flooded with a soft fragrance. His eyes were met with a small patch of flowers. He did not know their genus, but he knew that you would have been all over these twigs by now. His gaze lingers on the tiny field. These blossoms were sickening. Their pungent, poignant perfume was suffocatingly saccharine. Leona crouched before them.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” a voice said.

His ears twitched at the sound, turning his neck around at an inhumane speed. A click of his tongue followed shortly in suit.

“What are you doing here?” Leona snapped.

“I-I mean- I tend to the garden occasionally… since y/n would be kind of sad if the flowers wilted…” Epel trailed off, clutching a tray of seedlings closer to his chest.

Sad? You… would...be sad? That’s so typical of you. It humors him. His attention turns to the patch. It looks like Epel had planted daisies. Leona smirked, thinking that this was surely something you would gush to him about for hours. The first day of spring, huh. The season of new beginnings. Was it though? He felt as if he took a thousand steps backwards. He lost it all during the vernal season, the time of year you loved most. He never understood how much he needed you to breathe, to live, to enjoy all the little things in the world. Why did he have to begin without you? A spring without you is unimaginable.

His heart aches, but… you would be sad, wouldn’t you? You would be sad if you saw him in this state then proceed to tell him to cheer up. Maybe drag him to another flower field? Would you cry for his sake once more? He was still mourning but, knowing you, you would want him to move on— not wanting to burden him for any longer.  

With all of these thoughts festering and swelling inside his head, Leona Kingscholar cried for the first time since your death. It was the most gruesome, most anguished, hysterical roar he had ever produced. It echoed throughout the garden.

[monsters-under-the-willowtree]

The Blueberry Trees: Part One

A fairytale that will set the stage for several upcoming Reader stories. Part One is purely fairytale, Part Two will be a Reader x Fae story

1700 words

The cool mists of Knot Knix Forest rolled over the nearby farmer’s fields in waves every morning, carrying dew and life with them. Farmers blessed by the fae-woods’ breath, who respected the ancient ways and left gifts of the first harvest fruits from every season at the edge of the fairy rings, were said to grow three times as much food as those beyond the reach of the forest.

It was this prosperity and fertility that drew greedy eyes and crooked men to buy up all the land surrounding the fae woods, eager to cash in on this seemingly free bounty unheard of outside of Knot Knix. The fairy rings were dug up and the rivers straightened as these new masters of the plow furrowed the ground right up to the edge of the wood. This broke the ancient root systems of those heralds at the edge of the forest and trees began to die. They were clear-cut and hauled away, the farmlands expanded beyond their original borders to fill in the new, open ground left behind.

As trees died and fairy rings disappeared, so too dried up the life-bearing mists and the babbling brooks that flowed outwards from Knot Knix. There were no first fruits that year, nor the year after. Three years of the ground turning dry and desolate convinced these new masters that the ground had simply been used up. That newer, better ground was to be had in the woods. So, they began to chop. And hack. Mulch and chip and till and bulldoze with machines that belched smog into the cool, clean air. Down fell the mighty trees of Knot Knix as acres and acres of stumps were uprooted to make way for the expanding farms.

This insult did not go unnoticed by the true masters of the wood; The Fae. None of the insults had gone unnoticed. But the catastrophic loss of so many of their trees was the final straw. Every machine that dared roll towards what remained of the woods was cursed to break no matter how many mechanics came to fix them. Every worker who stepped foot beyond the old line where the forest once had ended went home so sick with fever that they could not rise from their bed for a week. And every seed that was sown, every bush and tree planted, every seedling pressed into that stolen ground withered and died before morning.

Finally, the crooked men who had purchased the farm came down from their office buildings to see what the trouble could be. And they were greeted by a youth with eyes too bright and teeth too sharp, ears too long and clothes too old. These men shouted for the youth to get out of the road so they could drive their shining cars to their worksite, but the youth would not budge.

“Return the land to whom it belongs,” they were warned. But the men did not listen, and they drove around the child.

“Who do they think they are?” The men asked themselves. “Don’t they know we paid a lot of money for this terrible investment?”

When they arrived at the broken machines and the half-completed work they were greeted by the same small youth. Seeing the child again, one of the men opened his lunch pail and handed the boy a small baggie of blueberries. He patted them on the head and told the child to run along back home.

“How can I go back home when you and your farm are hurting the land? Everybody is starving because of you!” The child stamped their foot, making the men groan and shoo the youth along.

“This is our land, we can do what we want with it. If you’re so hungry, stick those berries in the ground and grow some more. Now scat!”

The boy ripped open the bag, scattering blueberries on the ground, and snarled at the men with their sharp teeth. “You want me to feed the world with blueberries? Fine. I will feed the world with blueberries.”

The men scoffed and walked away to survey the damages, walking around the farm and then walking back to their shiny cars. Or, at least, the place where the shining cars had been.

In their place were massive trees, laden so heavily with blueberries that their branches brushed the ground. Shocked and amazed, they rushed forward and tasted the fruits. They were the sweetest and juiciest they had ever tasted. So much so that they immediately called their businesses and requested meetings with investors.

While they were on the phone, the businessmen kept eating. And once they started eating, they could not stop. They ate even as their teeth and ears grew longer. They ate even as their skin grew fuzzier. They ate even as their bodies became smaller. They ate and ate until they had eaten themselves into cottontail rabbits, and the sound of a car driving down the dusty road terrified them into running away into the woods where they were never seen again.

But that is not the end of the story. No. These scattered blueberries that had been grown into trees by fae magic stood tall against the barren backdrop and attracted the gaze of the local farmers. These were wise old men and women, leathery from sun and wind and hard work who knew better than to mess with the old fae woods. They came to these strange, unnatural trees, and were greeted by a youth with eyes too bright and teeth too sharp and they tipped their hats in respect to the fae child.

“Return the forest to whom it belongs,” the fae told them, standing in the center of this new faerie ring made by these unnatural trees. The farmers removed their hats entirely and tipped their heads forward, replying that their own farms had been taken from them too. Bought up by the men who had purchased the land around the forest. They did not own the land anymore, so it was up to the owners to give.

“They will bother you no longer. Your land is yours once again. What will you do with it?”

Shocked, but grateful, the farmers each pledged to plant trees to restore the destroyed forest, and then some. That the forest would be grander and mightier than it had been before, by their efforts.

This pleased the fae child, who plucked a handful of berries from the trees and offered them to the farmers.

“Take these, then. But do not eat them. Treat them as seeds, and plant them to restore the forest. They are full of magic, and will grow quickly. Come back when you run out and pick more. Plant every berry from these trees, and the bounty you knew before will be returned.”

And so they did. Every farmer received deeds to their original lands in the mail and all set to work picking berries from the trees, planting them to replenish the forest. They rented cranes and lifts to reach the berries at the top, paying lithe young boys and girls to scour the trees for anything that had been left behind. As baskets and bushels of berries were carried home, new hardwood trees sprouted where the seeds were planted. Seemingly overnight they would shoot from the ground, growing dozens of feet each week until they brushed the sky.

It was easy to replace the old woods. The ground where the old trees had once stood was dark and loamy, even after the abuse it had endured. These trees were planted quickly, even considering the immense scale of the Knot Knix. Berries were sent to farmers on all sides and all sides, for a hundred miles, worked together to replenish the forest. But when the trees were still covered with berries even after the old forest had been replaced, there came resistance. Some did not believe it was their responsibility to repay the old woods when they too had been wronged by the situation. Some simply could not afford another small harvest, they needed to plant their old land in full to have enough food and money to feed their families.

Heated debates and town hall meetings on all sides of Knot Knix broke out. But as summer wore on and the area affected by the desolation only grew, eventually the warning left by the fae won out over all. Through the winter months trees were planted all around the forest and friends and family dug through snow drifts to find the last of the berries left on the blueberry trees. These were all divided equally, and each farmer added more and more trees to their property in the hopes that the fae would keep their promise once the forest was restored.

Finally, a year and a day after the first seed was planted, the last seed was placed in the soft earth amid a grand festival. The ground trembled and shook just before the last tree sprang to life, unfurling into a giant ash tree before the eyes of all who had gathered for the event. And then… all was still. All was quiet.

And then… bird song. Birds that hadn’t been heard for years broke into song and cheering broke out throughout the festival. There were some sniffles among the cheers, as many of these families had lost so much in these recent years, but there was loss felt by all. And therefore, the hopeful joy at finally having planted the last seed was also felt by all.

The festivities continued, which was why it was almost missed when the mists arrived once again. Pouring from between the newly planted trees like a fog bank, Knot Knix unfurled it’s magic once again. Fruit trees spontaneously bloomed. Sprouts pushed through the ground. And a little fae child with eyes too bright and ears too long watched from up the hill, at the faerie ring, as a truly joyful, raucous cheer rose from the farming families below. A smile tugged at their lips, and as the faerie disappeared into the trees, the blueberry trees waved in the wind, beginning to blossom once again as well.

[realtacuardach]

Breath of Life (Obiyuki Kissathon)

This is my first entry for the Obiyuki Kissathon, hosted by snowwhite-andtheknight! The prompt was a “from death” kiss. Thanks to the Obiyuki discord, especially jhalya and sabraeal for their help! Enjoy!

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"Incredible," Zen marvelled, his breath clouding in front of him as he leaned back in the stirrups and gave Shirayuki an admiring look. "To fuse seed and stone until the plant is no longer poisonous, but a beacon!"

Shirayuki shook her hair out of her eyes, feeling the brush of her ornament's tassels against her flushed cheeks. "Well, I can be stubborn as stone myself, I wasn't about to give up and let everyone down. And I had lots of help - Suzu and Yuzuri and Ryuu and Obi…"

Her voice trailed off a little in thought, and Zen smirked before nudging his horse's flank against hers. "I'm losing you, Shirayuki."

She straightened up, her flush bright enough to stand out against the redness brought by the harsh winds. "I'm here, I'm here!" She shot him a playful glare. "And I'm hardly yours to lose anymore. How is Kihal?"

Zen flushed in a gratifying way. "Kihal's fine - although she was sad to miss the chance to visit you. But she couldn't leave the messenger bird trainings."

"I thought that was you, your highness," Kiki wryly commented from atop her steed, "you certainly have spent a lot of time looking out at the training sessions." Her eyebrows raised and the corner of her lips lifted as Mitsuhide appeared to oscillate between amusement and scandal.

Scandal was appearing to win out, and Mitsuhide was opening his mouth to interject when a snowball hurtled out of the trees and struck him squarely in the shoulder. Only his experience in horsemanship kept him upright, and he leveled a righteous glare into the surrounding forest. "Obi!"

The only response was another snowball, this one hitting him in the center of his forehead. As Mitsuhide sputtered and started scrubbing out the snow embedded in his hair, Kiki reached for her sword, placing her scabbard in front of her face protectively as her eyes skimmed the woods. Obi apparently valued his life more than the chance to surprise attack her, as his next snowball whizzed nearly past Zen's ear, painting the tree trunk near him in a splatter of white.

"Obi!" Zen called, his attempt at sounding stern undermined by the undercurrent of laughter in his voice. "Get down here!"

Obi smoothly descended from the trees, landing in a crouched bow in front of them, and looked up at his master with a toothy grin stretching from ear to ear.

Zen shook his head wryly, grinning back at the sight of his immediate knight and friend. "Is that the best way to greet your fellow knights?"

If anything, Obi's grin broadened. "Keeps me in practice, Master. And keeps Mitsuhide on his toes!"

Zen laughed, the sudden tension draining from his shoulders as he relaxed into the saddle; beside him, Shirayuki let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was a blessedly nostalgic feeling to see Obi teasing his master - it was an occurrence that hadn't been seen for the past few months. Obi had taken the dissolution of the romance between second prince and herbalist even harder than the two themselves, for some reason that he had never told her. Although he had treated Shirayuki much the same as ever, albeit with a delicacy for the first few weeks that was better suited to handling fragile seedlings, Zen had experienced what it was like to deal with an Obi who was all business. He had done his job and done it well when his services had been required, but that was the only time he would interact with Zen. Gone was the teasing and quips; the immediate knight's words were short, clipped, and to the point, and then he would vanish with a brisk nod until summoned again.

Zen had tried to be understanding, but his dismay and uneasiness about the situation could easily be read between the lines of any correspondence between him and Shirayuki. In a way, she knew that Obi was just being protective and she appreciated the steadfastness of her friend; however, she wished he could understand that she herself felt that it was for the best. Zen would always be her first love, but the two had grown, both together and apart, to find that their friendship felt more right than pursuing a romance which had cooled and dissolved with the passage of time.

At last, she could see her friends all interact without a blade of sorrow stabbing her in the stomach. And, with Zen, Mitsuhide, and Kiki so far away most of the year, their times together were rarer and even more precious to her than before. She would stomach the sorrow if it meant seeing it, but it was a relief to have it gone.

Obi fell into step beside their horses in his usual controlled lope, the leather of his uniform creaking in time with the horses' hoofbeats in a way that was familiar and comforting.

"Where's your horse, Obi?" Mitsuhide asked.

"Back in the stables."

Zen's attendant clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You really should have it with you on patrol," he said, "it helps when you need to get quickly about the perimeter."

Midori, a new guard just out of Obi's training sessions that had been riding a few lengths behind the others, almost fell off his horse in his eagerness to come forward. "Sir Obi, you can use mi-"

Obi held up a hand and shook his head with a smile. "Not necessary, Midori." He looked up at Mitsuhide. "And when you know how to ride a horse on fortress walls, I'm all ears. Otherwise, it's quicker for me to - "

His words cut off suddenly, and his head suddenly moved to the side with the sharpness of a hawk scouting out its prey. His muscles grew languid as he looked around, before coiling like a panther about to pounce.

Zen frowned, looking around himself. "Obi, what is - "

The next few seconds were a blur. Without preamble, Obi leapt into the air, a flash of black leather and tanned skin as he passed before his master and mistress and towards the trees. The telltale twang of an arrow being loosed plucked the air and Obi's hand closed in a fist as he landed in the snow. "Archer!" He growled as he took off towards the trees, feet barely touching the ground as Mitsuhide and Kiki swiftly dismounted and followed afterwards, with the new guard enthusiastically if belatedly trailing behind them.

Zen, never one to sit back and let others fight his battles for him, swung down and hooked his horse's reins on a nearby tree branch. "Stay here," he cautioned the herbalist before disappearing into the woods.

And Shirayuki, never one for following orders when she felt she could be more of use disregarding them, slid off her mount and checked to make sure her ever present satchel was secured to her waist. She gave the horse a reassuring pat on the nose before making her own way towards the others.

She found them at a tall tree, Zen and his attendants surrounding the trunk and glaring up like hunting dogs who had treed their quarry. The quarry in question was a young man who already looked somewhat worse for wear, his clothing disheveled, a swelling already forming at the corner of his jaw, and his quiver dangling from his shoulder by a torn leather strap. He looked like he was about to faint; the only thing keeping him upright was Obi's tight grip on his shoulder as the knight leaned against the trunk, his other hand clamped on his own upper arm.

Obi crooked his head in question to his comrades down below, who responded with a decisive nod. He coughed before saying with a levity that didn't match the steel in his eyes, "Looks like there's only room up here for one of us. And you're not supposed to be here, anyway, so…out you get."

And then he let the archer go.

It was only a few feet to fall, and the snow was lightly packed so it was cushion enough, but the archer still had the breath knocked out of him as he attempted to stand before Mitsuhide's imposing stance encouraged him to stay still.

"Who are you?" Zen asked the man who had begun to manage a defiant grimace.

"Just a simple archer," he spat, "what is the meaning of this?"

"Why were you shooting at us?" Zen persisted.

The man shrugged. "I guess my hand slipped. I certainly wasn't trying to shoot anyone here, your highness."

Mitsuhide stepped forward. "You don't seem to have anything to keep your catch in, no bag or cords."

A tinge of nervousness appeared in the archer's eyes before he blinked it away. "I'm something of a novice, this is the first time I've gone out hunting."

A tongue clicked up in the tree branches, and they looked up to see Obi shaking his head mockingly down at the archer. "Don't sell yourself short," he interjected, holding the arrows and quiver in one hand while he examined them closely, "this quiver's got some good wear on it, and these arrows certainly look like they were made by someone with experience…" He took the hand from his upper arm, and the dark smears of blood on his palm made Shirayuki's heart stutter. Smoothly, he took the arrows in both hands before snapping them in half. "Oops."

The archer groaned as Obi dropped the quiver and splintered arrows in the snow.

"Couldn't have done that riding a horse," he mused casually, which was met with a snort from Mitsuhide.

Obi then swung himself down onto the ground, his boots landing right in front of the group, sending snow into the stranger's face. The archer flinched back while Shirayuki flinched forward at the sight on the dark stain growing on his armor, spreading from where the arrow had pierced him.

"Obi!" she gasped, stepping forward as her hands reached for her satchel.

He wrenched the arrow out and looked at it with distaste. "I'm fine, Miss," he assured her, "just losing my touch. I used to be able to catch those." He held up his hand so the others could see the line scored through the palm of his glove from the arrow's flight, a red line already beginning to well up. "It barely hit me, but still. I'm getting fat and lazy, how am I going to get the guards to listen to me now?"

Given that the one guard present looked about ready to faint in awe, Shirayuki didn't feel he had much to worry about in that regard.

"We should go," Kiki said, "he may not have been working alone, and we have more resources to persuade him up at the fortress." Her face gave nothing away, and the archer's face paled. Mitsuhide wrenched him to his feet and secured his wrists behind him. Obi gently shook off Shirayuki's attempts to examine or dress the wounds.

"They'll keep until we get inside," he grinned good-naturedly, "and then you can unleash little Ryuu and all the other herbalists on me."

Shirayuki gave in reluctantly, if only to speed up the process so they could return to the pharmacy for proper assessment and treatment. Obi walked behind the rest, keeping watch for any other movements that would give the presence of potential accomplices away. She turned back a few times to check on him, but only got a cheeky wave and grin in response. So she swallowed the persistent feeling that something was wrong and focused on the return trip, letting the familiar cadence of his footsteps calm her frazzled nerves.

Her mind froze for a moment before thoughts began to hurtle past at dizzying speed. She shouldn't be able to hear them here.

In the fortress, in town, in the castle back at Wilant,  the steady clip of his boots striking the floor was a familiar sound that at times provided her with a great deal of comfort. But she wasn't used to hearing it outside, where he could perch on stone walls, jump from branch to branch, or track through grass or leaves or snow with the silence of a shadow.  She shouldn't have been able to hear him.

She felt a bolt of unease, which only intensified as the brisk, efficient pace began to sound much slower and heavier. She couldn’t keep herself from turning as his steps began to loudly crunch behind her, and the bolt became a stabbing fear.

The increasingly loud and belligerent complaints of the archer had drowned out the sounds of Obi’s breathing, but with her eyes focusing on him with clinical scrutiny, she tuned out all other sounds. Shirayuki winced at the pinched look his eyes had taken as his mouth gaped almost laughingly wide, the air whistling in and out of his mouth in shuddering gasps. She gripped her reins hard and pulled her steed into a stop, just like he’d taught her. “Obi?”

Obi raised up a hand to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Miss, I’m - “

And then he dropped into the snow, his limbs splayed out like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“Obi!” She screamed, and the others turned in shock as she nearly fell off the horse trying to get down.

“Sir!” Midori cried equally loudly, rushing over to Shirayuki’s side just in time to help her turn Obi over, to expose his mouth and nose to the air.

“We need help,” Shirayuki said, pulling her satchel in front of her, “Midori, go to the pharmacy and bring back a stretcher.”

She was never more grateful for their respective trainings, in hers for her ability to give clear directions despite emotional duress, and in his for his ability to swiftly follow them.

Snow kicked up from the horse’s hooves as Midori rushed the remainder of the way to the university. The others rushed over, paying no heed to the whining of their prisoner as he was dragged along.

Zen took in the figure of his fallen friend, a gleam of fear in his eyes before it reforged into steel. He glared daggers at the man now being forced to the ground at his feet. “What was on the arrow?”

The archer narrowed his eyes in response. “I don’t know what you - “

Zen’s sword sang as he pulled it from his scabbard, and the grips of his retainers on the enemy’s shoulders tightened until their knuckles were white. “Spare us your lies - what have you done to my knight?”

The archer looked around, and was met with fire in Mitsuhide’s eyes and stone in Kiki’s. He swallowed and slumped. “You might as well say your goodbyes.”

“What?”

“The arrows were poisoned at the tip, and I wasn’t given any antidote.” He looked up at Zen with malice. “We weren’t planning on taking prisoners.”

Zen lunged forward with a growl and Mitsuhide blocked him, giving his liege a look and shaking his head. The prince relaxed, somewhat unwillingly, and took a deep breath.

“Luckily for you,” the archer felt the sting of steel against his throat and looked up at Kiki`s unyielding stance and blade, “we do. Although how lucky you are remains to be seen.” Mitsuhide joined her and placed his blade at the other side of the man’s neck.

Zen stood in front and glared down. “What. Poison. Did you use?”

Shirayuki had been listening to all that was going on behind her, as she checked on Obi’s state. Her fingers felt for his pulse (slowing considerably and distressingly thready) and hovered over his mouth to feel the breeze of his breaths. She didn’t let her hand tremble as she pulled the leather away from the arrow wound in his arm and the score on his palm. No infection that she could see…

“Poison,” she whispered as she scrambled around for a moment, trying to find the quiver where Obi had dropped it when he fell. She pulled out a broken arrow, the blasted arrowhead blessedly intact, and examined it carefully. The poison came off on her gloves and she sniffed tentatively. “No smell…”

“I don’t know,” the archer spat, “something to do with frogs.”

“Frogs,” Shirayuki repeated to herself, and shut her eyes and tried to remember if she had seen anything like that in her books. Her heart froze as her mind focused on a page that she remembered Yuzuri showing her. “Curare.”

She could hear the rush of people from the university as Obi sagged into the snow completely.

…

The rush back to the clinic and the pharmacy was a blur for Shirayuki. Between the other herbalists and the onslaught of guards, Obi was quickly swept onto a stretcher and borne to the warmth of the clinic.

Yuzuri ran out to meet them and began jogging besides Shirayuki. “What happened?”

Shirayuki panted beside her. “He’s been shot. With curare. I need the catspaw you brought back from your last trip.” She came to the split in the halls where she had to go one way for the greenhouses and other for the clinic, and dithered a moment. She didn’t want to leave him, but -

Yuzuri shoved her towards the clinic. “Go,” she barked, fear making her voice brisk, “I’ll get the catspaw. You get to your man.”

Despite the urgency of the situation, Shirayuki stumbled, her cheeks burning hot. He's not my -

But Yuzuri was already gone, and out of the corner of her eye she could see the stretcher making its way towards the clinic. She broke into a run and nearly crashed into the clinic doorway. Ryuu looked up where he was setting up bowls and pestles on the nearest table, a cluster of trainees hovering nearby.

“I heard what he was poisoned with,” he said plainly, “and I thought I had better be ready. You can observe,” he continued flatly as he looked towards the trainees, “when we’re finished. This will be a delicate procedure.”

The trainees filed out quickly, and Shirayuki looked at the master herbalist and felt her heart sink at the stress building up between his eyes. She walked over and squeezed his arm. “We can do this. Obi is strong, and we know how to help him.” Ryuu let the corner of his mouth tilt upwards before it sank back into a pensive frown. Somehow the comfort didn’t feel complete without Obi following it with an arm slung around their shoulders.

“Here’s Sir Obi!” Midori yelled as he ran into the room ahead of the other guards carrying the stretcher.

“And I have the catspaw!” Yuzuri shouted as she ran after them, her fist lifted in triumph.

Shirayuki clapped her hands together once. “Let’s get to it.”

As the pounding of pestles started behind her, she took it upon herself to peel away his glove and torn sleeve for easier access to the wounds. A sick feeling pooled in the pit of her stomach as her hands ran over the muscles of his arm that were now relaxed to the point of near stillness. He shouldn’t look like this.

She swallowed hard and began cleaning the skin around the wounds, keeping an ear on the progress of the catspaw poultices. The sleeve kept rolling back over the arm wound and, in a fit of frustration, she ripped the cloth back to the point where pieces came off in her hand.

Oh, she admonished herself weakly, he really likes this shirt.

If you wanted my clothes off so badly, Miss, she could almost hear him saying, all you had to do was ask.

Shirayuki continued to clean the skin, willing herself not to be undone by how badly she wanted him to be awake and saying that to her. A mortar was stuck in front of her and she blinked up at Ryuu.

“We ground the catspaw,” he said, “does it look ready?”

He would know as well as she that it was, but she appreciated what he was doing. She nodded and smeared a liberal does on a bandage before plastering it on his arm, Ryuu moving in sync to wrap the arrow score for safe measure.

“And now we wait?” Shirayuki asked, one hand gripping Obi’s wrist to check his pulse while the other brushed the hair dripping with snowmelt out of his face.

Ryuu pulled up a chair and stared intently at their wounded knight. “Yeah.”

Time passed painfully slowly, although it should really have been just a few moments, as the two kept vigil. Shirayuki kept the twin heartbeats of hers and Obi’s pulsing at the back of her mind, as she wondered what the others had gotten out of the archer. Were they safe? Did they need to grind more catspaw in case of another attack? Where were they? Why wasn’t Obi waking up?

His pulse pushed more and more slowly against her thumb, and she counted under her breath the moments between them. It kept her mind steady and focused when all she could do was monitor the situation and wait. She turned to ask Ryuu to check outside the window to see if anything else had happened when she froze. She wasn’t feeling anything.

“Obi?” She held her hand above his mouth. Nothing. She drew her hairpin from behind her ear and held it over his face, watching the tassels for movement. Nothing. Her heart stopped.

His heart wasn't beating.

"Ryuu!" She barked, and the younger herbalist jolted in his chair. "He's not breathing, and I can't find a pulse." She rolled up her sleeves and climbed up on the bed beside him. "I'm going to start compressions, go get help!"

Ryuu ran out of the room so quickly that his chair overturned. Shirayuki could hear his steps and shouts fading away, but turned them out as she fell into the rhythm of compressions.

Sweat dripped down past her ears as she felt the impact of his muscles and sternum reverberating in her shoulders. He was supple and strong, and she hoped she wouldn't crack his bones. If he had to be bedridden because of this, she would never hear the end of it.

Oh, I'm easy to get into bed, Miss.

She leaned down. One breath, two breaths.

This wasn't right. Obi wasn't supposed to be like this. She had felt the muscles of his chest against her several times over the years they'd spent together, whether it was when he caught her if she stumbled, or when she'd leaned against him to avoid the bustle of a hectic, crowded town square. He was warm and strong and always ready to spring into action. Now he was limp and cold and -

She leaned down. One breath, two breaths.

She missed his warmth. The warmth of his corded muscles that made her feel so safe. The warmth of his ready smirks and smiles when she needed to see them most. The warmth in his eyes when he regarded her, especially when he didn't realize she was looking. The warmth that she had only recently realized filled her heart to overflowing when she saw him -

She leaned down, blinking back tears. One breath, two breaths.

"Please," she whispered as she resumed compressions, the tips of her fingers growing icy as the fear stabbed her heart. "Please, Obi…"

He didn't answer. He had never ignored her before, even when he'd felt brave enough and secure enough in their relationship to have disagreements.

She leaned down, her lips trembling against his. One breath, two breaths.

"Please!"

She resumed compressions, although she could barely see now. The trained professional in her knew that she was fatiguing rapidly and was emotionally compromised, and that for Obi's sake, she needed for someone to relieve her soon. But...she could not bear to let go of him.

She stopped a moment to catch her breath. Her arms were quivering and her compressions were becoming irregular, which was not in Obi's best interest. Her hand felt for his pulse, and found nothing.

"Obi," she whispered, longing to curl up into him and to wake up from this nightmare, "please don't leave me."

She shook the tears from her eyes and steeled her shoulders again to resume pounding his chest when she felt something stirring beneath her palms. She leaned back in surprise and looked at his face, his eyes still closed. She grabbed his wrist, paused for a torturous moment - and then nearly fainted with relief at the weak but steady rhythm beneath her fingers.

Shirayuki slumped forward, resting her head on his chest to hear that blessed beat for herself. His chest rose and fell for a few seconds before he began to cough, causing her to bolt upright. “Obi! You’re awake!”

Obi’s eyes opened just enough for her to see the glint of gold, and he smiled weakly. “‘Course. I couldn’t leave you, Miss.”

Relief and joy coursed through her in a rejuvenating rush, leaving her feeling almost as intoxicated as Roka fruit liquor. The relief was so great, that she leaned forward and, against all medical and rational knowledge regarding a patient recovering from respiratory and cardiac arrest -

Kissed him.

Obi let out an involuntary gasp as Shirayuki nearly fell on top of him, but his heart beat strong - if not a little fast - against her palm as she leaned down. The medical veneer having been discarded now that he was safe, she let her senses flood her as she brought her lips down to meet his. His mouth, windburned and slightly chapped at the top by the harsh Lyrias winters, felt warm and right and perfect against hers. He grunted a little as her nose crashed into his but she didn’t care, her heart jumping as her top lip slid between his. She retracted back apologetically. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured, brushing her hand across his face.

Then her sense came back and she yanked herself away, color flaming in her cheeks. “Oh, Obi, I’m so sorry!”

Obi grinned up at her as he gasped for air. “You take...my breath away, Miss.”

Really, if he hadn’t been recovering she would have smacked him. She pulled herself back further, hiding her face in her hands.

“Hey,” his voice gentled as he pushed himself up on one elbow. She was so spellbound by the look in his eyes that she didn’t notice his hand winding its way through the tendrils of her hair at the back of her neck. “It’s okay. Besides,” he grinned cheekily as he brought her head closer, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Shirayuki’s eyes widened. Then she blushed as she let herself sink down as he pulled her slowly back towards him. Tears sprang to her eyes as the look of naked adoration in his gaze as he craned up to meet her, sealing their lips together. Although she and Zen had kissed many times over their relationship, this was beyond any sensation Shirayuki had ever known. Their hearts beat in unison, and everything was heat and fire and a feeling like coming home.

They separated for air, and she traced her fingers across his cheek, his jaw, the scar over his eye, revelling in the feeling of warmth and life. For his part, he appeared to have run out of energy to do more than lay back and purr under her ministrations like a contented housecat.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” she whispered.

“Never,” he promised, “I’m yours as long as you want me.”

She was about to show that statement the kind of appreciation it deserved, in lieu of the words her heart was too full to speak yet, when the door creaked behind them.

“Is that really,” Suzu asked from the doorway, “the best way to treat respiratory - ugh!”

“Stop ruining the moment!” Yuzuri scolded, removing her elbow from his side. “We waited too long for this! Speaking of which,” she held out her hand, “pay up.”

The next few moments were filled with the sounds of grumbling and gold changing hands. However, the two on the cot were too occupied to care.

***

I hope you enjoyed!

[ancientbrit]

Natter #3 24th June 2020

So, on  Saturday morning, I took part of my breakfast (yogurt) from our backup  fridge in the garage, but when I put the first spoonful in my mouth I noticed that it was warm. Strange that. So I checked the fridge and found that everything in it was warm. The freezer contents - weren't.This was a disaster as I had been to QFC a couple of days previously buying frozen and fresh foods including four half gallons of milk. Jean had been out the day after for the first time in 12 weeks and part of her haul was more milk and ice cream.I imagine that the excitement of being out again at last and back to her old stamping grounds overcame memory. So here we were rushing around trying to save what we could by rearranging everything in the kitchen fridge and then trying to close the door.The old fridge was possibly down on refrigerant and I was a bit annoyed for a brief moment until I remembered when we bought it. It was when we lived at the 'old house' way back in 1970 and it was already a year old when we got it! My word - 50 years old. I should have remembered as it's color is 'Harvest Gold' which hasn't been seen on store shelves in donkeys ages. I tend not to date things by color though, as modern colors mean little to me - 'Taupe' for instance means less than nothing. My lexicon runs in terms of the spectrum. But forgetting it's date made me think back to those 'Old House days' and what we were about then. Those days and other old days that preceded that time.  My memory of 'then' is perfectly clear  - it seems just like it was yesterday even though I know how long ago it actually was. So many friends and relatives who are no longer around to share those times with, One of the things that have remained constant is our phone number. Of course, then we had an exchange name -  Adams 2, which has now been transmuted to numbers - 232, and I think doing this has lost the feeling of romance that it seemed to have for me. When I was a kid many of our dairy and grocery items were delivered to the door by horse-drawn carts - very few people or businesses had a sufficiently high priority during the war to have a petrol ration. Mum had joined the "Co-op" for convenience and of course, there was the benefit of a bonus payout at year's end. I loved these horses and would meet them outside and feed them apples, carrots and whatever else I had to hand. Still firmly in my mind is the Co-op number I had to recite to the driver when we had milk or groceries delivered - 157376.Being horses they would leave proof of their passage along the road and my Dad would pay me a shilling per bucket full of 'Golden Apples' as my Dad referred to this natural function It seemed like it was too demeaning a job for a full-grown adult  and using his term was sort of distancing himself from the unpleasantness.It used to embarrass me a bit too, but you couldn't argue with the reward. it was all grist to the mill, and it did do the roses a power of good. In 1956, I had been out of the RAF for a year and had also just recently returned home from a  very long sojourn in hospital, and my Dad was persuaded, against his will, to have a phone installed. Phones were not then usual to find in most houses and my Dad's reluctance was based on the very real belief that his company could too easily find him at inconvenient times. I told him that it was an absolute necessity in that day and age and so at last it was installed. Our phone number was Fairlands 4725 and as I said, I remember the old exchanges with affection. Others in our neighborhood were Derwent and Vigilant and my favorite Aunt had the best I always felt - Silverthorn - lovely. The Fairlands exchange was essential to me as when I was discharged from the hospital I had left behind a lovely German nurse with whom I had developed special feelings.When I had become sufficiently fit to allow me to leave the hospital and walk around the grounds, I used to collect any outgoing mail from other patients who were still confined to bed and take it some distance up the road, through the snow to a mailbox. Just to make sure I would be okay, Irmgard, for such was her name, would accompany me and we would find a need to indulge in long hugs and exchange lip locks - just to keep the cold at bay you understand? Shared bodily warmth is a great way to defeat the weather! Later, returning to the hospital, which had been a big old private house standing in its own grounds, we would split up at the circular drive with a last goodnight kiss. Irmgard would go round to the kitchen door and I would go the other way to the front door. Knowing that our companion runs were our secret, I was surprised to find the youngish Matron just inside the door. With a twinkle in her eye, she asked if it was cold out and I acknowledged that it was. She told me that I should be careful that I didn't get chapped lips, but then added that lipstick was a sovereign remedy - and departed with a grin. So much for secrecy! Irmgard's phone exchange name at the hospital was Coombe Wood - not exactly what might be termed 'romantic' but association made it so. Our association was quite intense and a forthcoming proposal, whilst welcomed, was at that time impossible for Irmgard to accept. Her sister was soon to marry, another Englishman and they would be returning to England to live after their honeymoon. She would not leave her parents alone just like that. She had been sent to England for a couple of years to improve her English and was soon to return home to Bad Canstatt, just outside Stuttgart. As I was about to return to my studies we were parted and unlikely to meet again any time soon. So our contacts were limited to letters and very rare and expensive phone calls and so the Canstatt exchange also lives brightly in my memory. Unfortunately, long-distance relations tend to strain circumstances and over time our contacts became less and less,     Sometime later I reached a point where I was able to take a trip to the Continent. I wrote to Irmgard to tell her that at last I was able to come over to see her, not being really sure of my reception as I hadn't written for ages.Within days I had a reply and although she was totally delighted that I was coming she told me that she had become engaged. I couldn't really blame her as I had been very lax, but she wanted me to come and meet her family when I arrived. She was really very good and took me all over the city and ended at her parents' home in the evening to a party for her sister and new husband, just returned from their honeymoon on Lake Constance. It was a really nice evening and I got on very well with her parents, but of course, I didn't like her fiance at all! After all this, although I had been given her brother-in-law's name and address back home I was never able to contact him. I would love to have kept up to know how her life proceeded. I still have her framed portrait photograph she sent me when she had first returned home, inscribed "Zur stehten Erinnerung" Deine Irmgard. I have been occupying some of my evenings on the computer lately sorting and printing out the Natters that Jo & Tom and Janet have been good enough to get to me. As they all seem to have been listed well out of order I am busy trying to see what I have and what might yet still be missing. The job has been compounded by the difficulty I have experienced in opening the Flash Drive. Sometimes it allows me to zip along, opening files, but then will stop and nothing will work. Next day I try again and I am off to the races again. But I am getting there slowly and tonight (Monday) I completed taking off hardcopies, Now I can sort through, putting them in chronological order and see what I shall see. Much more later, but there seems to be nothing before 2012 so I guess that was when I started. As I mentioned last Natter I have been attacking Lily of the Valley and I am almost finished - at least with what was visible. Along the way, I have also removed Sword ferns, Cedar seedlings five feet high and Jasmine. The Jasmine was an insignificant rooted cutting, from where I have no recollection. It had been placed in a pot on the ground and had been overgrown by all sorts of stuff and over the last year had gone nuts. It was to be used at the Plant Sale and now there are five separate plants threatening to strangle you on the approach to the greenhouse so of course, they have to go. The final gap in my deer-proof fencing was completed a week ago but I forgot to mention it to the deer and my hostas have now been browsed off on three separate occasions. As soon as it looks like there might be leaves on Empress Wu that might be reaching terminal size, they disappear and I am beginning to think that I will have to curtail totally growing the items they obviously consider their personal snack bar. 'Doesn't really leave much selection but at least, so far, my cardiocrinums don't feature on their menu. 'Have to be grateful for small mercies I suppose. One good thing has come out of this. My neighbor (ex MG Jill) who has allowed me to use three raised beds to grow veg, has been getting worried that I might fall from the area where the raised beds live - on a raised part of the garden with a six-foot-high rock wall as it's western boundary. She sees me stepping back to admire my work and then bailing out over the edge. So she is having a large bed prepared at the bottom of the wall, which will be enclosed by a deer-proof cage. It will also benefit from the heat held by the rock wall - all sorts of interesting possibilities there. She is a good friend. So next year we might actually be able to eat something we have grown. 'Haven't been able to do that for the last four years now, except for Onions and Garlic! Got started on removing existing plants today and I think it was the hardest day's work I have done for ages.I had to have a nap in the afternoon, but I couldn't tell whether that was because I had two early start days or the sheer grind of lifting heavy plants.You have likely realised that I am just stumbling along here so I will finish and get to bed.

Your fearless and weary leader.Gordon

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky (Ch. 7)

Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.

He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.

Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: So, bourbon came up with an amazing AU and did some lovely art for it: please look at it and love it.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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Aside from the days where a new group arrived, the days at the station usually passed with a pleasant sort of monotony. Once the researchers were settled, everything was routine, meticulously planned, and that was the way Edge preferred it.

Edge woke early, brewed his first cup of coffee from his personal machine while he went over the morning paperwork. He sent his reports to the Institute, handled any requests from their current batch of researchers, and went over the duty log for the day.

He always finished in time for breakfast, taking the time to join the others. Red was always there early, sunglasses in place. Undyne occasionally came in before Edge, sometimes after, and Edge did not question her morning routine. For all her loud, careless laughter and casual moments of fond disrespect, she was as rigid in her duty schedule as he was. All her responsibilities would be finished, there was no questioning it.

After a breakfast that included another cup of coffee, he might chaperone a group of researchers offsite or work on more paperwork, depending on schedule; checking supply orders alone was tedious and necessary, the paperwork required at the station was endless.

All the permanent staff was scheduled a time to work in Hydroponics and there was a sign-up sheet for any researcher who wanted to spend some time in the gardens. An hour of work was worth an extra shower token and the time logs were always filled. After days in the snowy cold, the lush greenhouse warmth was appreciated, as well as time with the plants.

Edge preferred his time slot right after lunch and made sure it didn’t coincide with any other. Time spent alone in the quiet starting new seedlings, caring for the slender greens, and picking fresh supplies for Bonnie was soothing.

Afternoons were spend checking workstations positioned around the perimeter to repair any damage caused by the weather. Every week the emergency shelters needed checked for supplies and access, and the duty roster changed between the three of them weekly.

The drive through the cold and snow in the ever-present twilight was unremarkable even if these days Edge found himself pausing more often to look up, watching the swirl of the southern lights.

After that, he had open slots again for researchers and if no one scheduled a time, he might work in the kitchen, kneading bread dough while Bonnie prepped for dinner.

Evenings were spent checking duty logs again, reading notes left by the others about upcoming repairs, supply requests, and any issues that erupted during the day. Once he was finished, there was a little time to go to the Rec center or to simply read in his own quarters before he went to sleep and the cycle began again the next day.

There was peace in planning, and Edge liked to keep surprises at a minimum. His days were carefully laid out with precision and only the occasional hiccough disrupted that.

Until Rus. His presence was less a hiccough than a seizure, shaking him to his core in less than a handful of days.

How was it then, that his absence was somehow worse?

Since their time in the kitchen two nights ago, Edge had barely seen Rus. He always left breakfast before Edge got there, at least according to Red, who gleefully said that Rus only stopped by to snatch up his food before fleeing back to wherever he was working.

Lunchtime he was there, usually consumed with his laptop, and dinner was the same. Wherever he was in-between, Edge did not know. He never scheduled an outing with any of them, never sought him out, and Edge was not about to chase him down.

If only he could stop thinking about him.

Ridiculous that someone he hardly knew could consume his thoughts, but at odd times Edge found Rus lurking in his mind. When he should be working on his duty reports, Edge found his thoughts wandering to Rus’s smile, that soft, sweet one. The real one. Working in the gardens, he would remember Rus’s voice, low with the faintest hint of a rasp. Driving out to the workstations was a reminder of crawling along the road in the Cat with Rus in the driver’s seat, brimming with that same determination he’d shown that first day when he staggered through the cold with all his gear, refusing to give up.

And there was the kiss.

Edge thought of that kiss entirely too often, ridiculously so. It could barely even be called a kiss and yet, at odd times there it would be in his thoughts, remembering the gentle press of their mouths together, the soft little sound Rus made.

Perhaps that same kiss had frightened him off.

He hadn’t acted frightened at the time, but there was no way to know. Even now, if he met Edge’s eye lights at the meal table, he would smile, a little, that sweet, genuine one that made warmth rise in Edge’s soul.

And he wore Edge’s jacket, always, replacing his worn sweatshirt with the sleek modern thermal. What did that mean?

Perhaps he was waiting for Edge to ask for it back? If so, it would be a long wait. Some might say confession was good for the soul, but any cracks in Edge’s would not be healed that way. He would admit to no one that he liked seeing Rus in his clothes, safe and warm.

Liked it, yes. But he wasn’t certain what to do about it.

Edge was an expert in many things, and none of them were how to handle a flirtatious scientist when he wasn’t entirely sure what they wanted to begin with.

And despite Undyne’s urging to have fun, Edge had little experience in anything past hurried encounters in the dark and his own hands. Nothing in his life ever led him in that direction, neither Underground nor his time above it.

Also, his information pool was sadly lacking. There was Undyne, whose lover had all but fallen into her lap with nothing more than a cheeky smile and his brother, which the very thought of asking gave Edge a chill worse than any the arctic carried. And despite having the World Wide Web at his fingertips, the question seemed past a simple google search.

In the end, Edge did nothing. He kept to his routines, ignored Undyne’s pointed nudges and sighs, her gleeful smirk when she noticed Rus’s…Edge’s…jacket and waited for those glances, those smiles.

It only seemed proper that Rus would once again disrupt things, only this time, he managed by not even being there.

A few days after their kitchen incident, Edge came to breakfast and found Undyne and Red were already there, and unusually, Alphys. She didn’t often join the main group for meals, a rare exception to Bonnie’s meal rules that eating in the station was for the dining room alone.

Closer to usual was a lack of Rus. But for the first time when Edge took his seat, Red murmured to him, “haven’t seen the fashion victim today.”

That was a touch irritating; they were all warned about missing meals and the information was also in the welcoming packet. Irritating and also worrisome.

Undyne only snorted loudly, “He’s gotta be around. Anyone seen the other resident skeleton today?”

There was a low murmur of denial from the others, until one Man spoke up, disdainfully, “Probably sleeping in. If he was going to sleep all the time, he could have allowed someone more dedicated to their research to take his slot.”

Before Undyne could speak up, and possibly shatter the fragile bonds that were developing between her and the scientists, Alphys surprised them all by doing it for her. “A-actually it’s probably b-because he was up late last night with his work.”

Blank stares greeted that, and she cringed, looking down at her plate. Surprise became blatant shock when she went on, softer but insistently, “H-he’s an astronomer? He sort of needs to work when the s-s-stars are out...a-and the different rotations are important, too.”

No one else had known that, Edge realized. None of the other scientists or even Red, who was usually a font of information that he shouldn’t possess. If it were true, his quick stops for breakfast made perfect sense. Of course he’d keep different hours than the others if his research involving star rotations. It brought to mind his awe when he stood in the snow, watching the aurora and Edge was forced to shake the memory away, focusing back on the others.

“I didn’t know you’d been hanging out with the fashion victim, babe,” Undyne said, slowly.

She only shrugged, stirring her oatmeal. That she’d been able to say even that much in front of the Humans was startling and pressing her for more would be an unkindness.

Not that the Humans knew that. One of the young women who showed such fondness for Undyne spoke up, “What is it you do here, Alphys?”

Undyne grinned and bared needle-sharp teeth. “It’s Doctor Alphys. And she’s with me.”

But the young woman took no offense, only nodded with a smile, “Oh, of course, Doctor.”

Alphys managed to look up briefly, offering a meek smile of her own.

“Along with her own research, Alphys works as our engineer,” Edge said, sparing her from trying to answer and sparing them all from Undyne. “She devised the system that gives us electricity so if you want a hot shower, I’d stay on her good side.”

“I’ll do her laundry and sweep the labs if it’ll keep the hot showers going,” came from the end of the table and Alphys visibly relaxed as the others laughed and went on with their conversations.

Soon everyone was wandering off to go about their days, including his brother and there was a trap that needed to be set soon. Red couldn’t avoid his treatments forever.

Edge cleared own plate, trying to decide what to do about Rus, when the answer came to him from an unexpected source.

The kitchen door swung open and Bonnie stalked out to plunk down a covered plate in front of him, giving him a stern look as she signed, For Rus.

Edge blinked at her, disbelieving, Am I serving breakfast in bed now?

“Looks like,” Undyne drawled lazily. Next to her, Alphys giggled, peeking up at him, and that was as good as a confession that Undyne was sharing gossip. “Go ahead, Boss, play delivery boy. Maybe you’ll get a tip.”

Bonnie made a chuffing sound of laughter, patting her chest and then rubbing her belly. Get to the heart through the stomach.

Already tried that, Edge signed in clipped little gestures, but it wasn’t as if he had any better advice. Perhaps he'd been thinking of asking the wrong people all along.

He picked up the plate, ignoring Bonnie’s smug look. It might be his station but even he knew that the cook outranked all.

~~*~~

Edge refused to waffle when he got to Rus’s room, balancing the plate on one hand and knocking sharply.

The door was flung open almost immediately, Rus filling the space as he snapped out, "what?!…oh."

Whatever his irritation at being interrupted, it melted quickly into surprise. He looked tired, his weary eye lights framed by round wire glasses and suddenly that was all Edge could look at. For all his casual, slovenly way of dressing, he couldn’t disguise his intellectual within, and the glasses transformed him into the sort of nerdy researcher that he’d known first in Alphys. No wonder she was spending time with him.

"is that for me?"

Edge nearly forgot the plate. "Yes, you missed breakfast."

That earned him a blank look. “i did? what time is it?"”

“Past breakfast,” Edge said dryly, “Did you oversleep?"

“Haven't been to sleep.” Rus scrubbed a hand over his skull distractedly, knocking his glasses askew and Edge was forced to resist the temptation to straighten them.

Sleep, right. "Don’t you think you should?"

"in a…" Rus yawned hugely. "in a minute, i'm almost done." He wandered away from the door, leaving it open. It was as good as an invitation and Edge stepped inside. The bed was unmade, the blankets a tangled mess, but the rest of the room was acceptable.

He set the plate on the desk, noting a framed picture in the corner of a younger looking Rus crouching next to a much shorter skeleton Monster. A sibling, perhaps, far too young to be a parent. When Rus didn’t seem to notice, Edge lifted the lid to reveal a full plate of scrambled eggs and toast, with a rasher of bacon at the side.

The tantalizing smell did what Edge’s presence didn’t, and Rus finally reached for the plate, scooped everything onto the toast, and scarfing it messily down.

Ignoring his table manners took effort. His laptop was open, the screen filled with equations, and Edge started to look over Rus’s shoulder before he reached out and snapped it closed. "excuse you, nosy nancy."

"You're assuming I have a clue as to what you’re doing,” Edge studied Rus, taking in the weary slump of his shoulders as he ate. It wasn’t only calories that were necessary to live at the station, exhaustion could leave anyone vulnerable to illness as well. “You should go to bed."

Rus licked his fingers obscenely. "are you angling for an invitation?"

Edge only shook his head. Here he was, tired enough to forget to eat but still trying to flirt and yet, he ran from kisses. A conundrum wrapped in a mystery, was Rus. Perhaps that explained his interest; Edge always had a weakness for puzzles. “Are you trying to make promises you can't possibly keep?"

"probably." Rus took off his glasses and rubbed his sockets. "okay, yeah, sleeping for a little while sounds like a good idea.” He pushed his seat back, rocking up on the back legs as he smirked up at Edge. "sure you won't join me?"

"If I do, will you go to sleep?"

The chair nearly tipped backwards as Rus wobbled unsteadily, his sockets widening, and a bright flush flooding his cheekbones as the legs clattered back to the floor. He looked so genuinely shocked that for a moment Edge wondered if he'd somehow been misreading everything. "i...really? i mean, yeah. yeah, sure."

“To sleep,” Edge clarified, warily.

“no, no, sleeping is fine. i like sleeping.” Rus almost stumbled to his feet. His few extra inches in height vanished in his awkward slump as he stripped down to his thermal layer, the ones Edge had given him.

"Get into bed," Edge ordered. He did, crawling in between the blankets and settling next to the wall.

"i'm sensing some unfairness here...oh." He swallowed hard when Edge stripped down to the same underlayer, flicking off the main lights before slipped between the blankets. The beds weren’t really meant for two, but they had the advantage of skeletal slimness. There was enough room for them both and a dismal space between them as well.

Edge settled his head on the pillow, looking at Rus. Who seemed to be trying to look anywhere else, his eye lights darting nervously around. "Is this not what you wanted?"

"yes," he squeaked. He cleared his throat, adding, "i...yeah. it’s just. i'm not sure what…i mean…."

"Come here," Edge told him, softly, and hesitantly, Rus did, crossing the few inches of empty sheets between them. Edge slipped an arm around him, urging Rus to settle his head into the hollow of his shoulder, all his light weight pressed into Edge’s side. At first, he lay stiffly, wired with tension that slowly eased, melting away until Rus was relaxed against him.

Edge closed his sockets, inhaling the scent that was surrounding him. Magic had a presence of his own and Rus’s smelled delicately sweet. Against the smooth bone of his temple, Edge murmured, "Go to sleep."

"mmhmm.” Barely even a word, slurred with sleepiness, and Edge thought Rus drowsed off until he whispered, “i didn't think you really meant it. about sleeping with me.”

"I know." But he didn't know why. The first words out of Rus's mouth when they'd met had been flirtatious.

“thought you wanted—hm.” The words faded, unspoken, and instead Rus rubbed his cheek bone against Edge’s shirt, sighing out, “you’re so warm, boss.”

He considered that for a long moment, then said, very softly, "My name is Edge."

He wasn't even sure if Rus heard him, until, "edge. i like that, suits you. you're warm, edge."

“Go to sleep.” In another moment, Rus did.

Beneath the heavy blankets was heady with warmth, Rus snuggled into his side. There were things Edge should be doing. There was a schedule to keep, duties that were waiting for him. He should slip free and let Rus sleep.

Instead, he closed his sockets, holding Rus close and breathing in his sweetness. He still had no idea what he was doing, but this seemed like a place to start.

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How I made a narrow garden bed and simplified my life

The most difficult work in the "garden field" is laying out of the site. Breaking it down into beds, and digging it up in the fall.

Loosening the soil, planting, tending, and even watering (although this is not an easy task for older people) is less scary for the gardener because these tasks are more time-consuming and can at least get a short break in the warmer months.

So, how do you organize your summer cottage with plots to keep it attractive, keep the vegetable garden clean, and reduce caregiving? I suggest making a Narrow Garden Bed.

In this material, I will tell you how Narrow Garden Beds save a lot of labor for large estate owners and share the experience of creating them.

WHY BIG GARDENS DON'T EQUAL BIG HARVESTS Years of gardening experience have shown that the quantity of quality harvest is not provided by a large area.

Plants can be more carefully cared for in smaller areas, which means that bushes and entire areas will yield the most and have the best quality fruit. It takes 2-3 times less effort and time to take care of crops on small plots.

Multi-field rotations (8-12 crops) with large beds can be an overwhelming task in later years.

My grandmother is 77 years old and has been using the Narrow Garden Bed method in my vegetable garden for the past 15 years. It is very convenient and does not require money or excessive physical labor.

AN EASY WAY TO CREATE A NARROW GARDEN BED To change a traditional vegetable garden into a more progressive one, you first need to measure the total area of the plot. Level the area set aside for the vegetable garden and divide it into Narrow Garden Beds with wide paths.

The beds should be no more than 15-25inch (40-50cm) wide. A wide path should be left between the beds: 30-50inch (80-120 cm). The length of the seedbed is arbitrary and depends on the owner's wishes.

Beds are better oriented from north to south. Such an arrangement will extend the light hours for the plants on the beds. All remnants of grass and vegetable plants (not affected by diseases) are dumped on the paths.

You can exchange narrow beds and paths after 2 to 4 years. Allocate a narrow bed in the middle of a wide path and form a wide path from the sides of the worked-out bed and path.

Over the years, weeds, tractors, and garden plant stems will accumulate enough of a semi-decomposing ground cover layer.

The new Narrow Garden Bed is loosened 3-4inch (8-10cm) deep with a hoe. After winter, the soil becomes plumped up and aired out, and in the spring, it is loosened again. No recultivation is required.

If not all the work is done in time (for various reasons) and weeds have risen in flower beds and paths, they are mowed and allowed to rot.

Narrow seedbeds can be left untouched and wide paths can be seeded with resilient grasses such as Kentucky bluegrass, Kentucky bluegrass, and other grasses. They suppress common weeds and you get the bed in green turf grass.

Some owners cover trails with old plywood and roofing materials to reduce weed overgrowth and make it easier to work in the bed. In this case, the removed weeds are left between the rows of the bed.

If you have the time and energy, you can fence off the beds and raise them above ground level. However, this work requires time and materials. In addition, plants develop better on free soil without any fencing.

WHAT ARE THE BENEFITS OF A NARROW GARDEN BED?

Free access to the plants on such a bed from both sides. It is easy to cultivate, loosen the soil and plant.

These tasks can be performed while sitting on the bench next to the bed or moving around the bed while planting large planting materials (potatoes, onions, small huckleberries, peas, etc.).

Only one condition is strict: you must not step on the bed, so as not to compact the soil. All work is done from a wide path between the beds.

On the wide path, all auxiliary work is carried out using containers, carts, and auxiliary tools, without touching the bed.

Crops are no longer planted in 2-3 row garden beds, except for small seeds (leeks, dill, radishes, lettuce, etc.). In narrow seedbeds, the rows should be kept as narrow as possible.

This way, the expansion of the above-ground parts of vegetable plants will cover the bare soil more quickly.

For example, in a narrow bed, rows are spaced 14x14inch (35x35 cm) for early tomatoes, 16x16inch (40x40 cm) and no more than 20x20inch (50x50 cm) for tall bushes, 2x2inch (5x5 cm) for carrots, and no more than 8x8inch (20x20 cm) for cucumbers ).

It will die under the green shade of the crop, so there is no need to relax often to get rid of weeds. In addition, water evaporates 20-25 times less from the surface of the plant's leaves than from the open soil surface.

In winter, there is enough time to consider crop rotation in the vegetable garden. The basic rule - in a bed, crop rotation should continue throughout the warm season.

For example, if you do not need a large harvest, you can divide the bed into 2-3 parts. One of them is sown with a few mature radishes, the second with spinach or salad, and then an onion bath as an annual crop.

Radishes will occupy their part of the bed for no more than 1-1.5 months. After their harvest, you can plant early cabbage, early tomatoes, sprouts of 40-day potatoes.

After harvesting lettuce, the second half of the bed can be occupied by medium or medium-early tomatoes, greens (dill, celery, parsley, basil), and spring garlic.

If it is planned to grow medium-late tomatoes in the garden, cabbage tomatoes, it is necessary to sow such beds together in the fall or spring so that they do not become empty and become a testing ground for weeds.

When the seedlings are ready to be planted, cut the oxalate and use it as a mulch for crops. All crop care can be carried out slowly, preferably on benches suitable for this operation.

CARING FOR CROPS ON NARROW RIDGES

1. Loosen the soil On the bench, you can easily reach a row of plants on one side of the bed and on the other, loosening the soil and killing weeds.

It is best to leave the weeds in between the crop rows, but if there are still a lot of weeds and they are overgrown (as they will be the first year), then destroy the weeds that are dumped in the path.

This layer of weeds will pop up under your feet, which will put less pressure on the soil. It will not be trampled as much.

The weeds will be decomposed and form a ground cover that will be very useful in the future. If weeds also appear in the path, they can be easily eliminated by surface loosening.

2. Mulch Mulch is easily laid in narrow beds. As mulch, use the same weeds (they are spread between the rows), straw, sawdust (except for conifers) and wood chips, and green blocks of mowed green manure.

With a 3-4inch (7-10 cm) layer of mulch (no less, or the mulch won't work), the weeds won't germinate and die, as well as some pests, including the Colorado potato beetle (for which the number of treatments is reduced).

In addition, the green manure will loosen the soil with its root system, it will not need to be re-tilled, and at the same time, it will act as a green fertilizer for the main crops.

Constant occupation of the plot eliminates the need to pay high costs for constant weed control. Mulch prevents soil contamination of the fruits of vegetable crops close to the ground (tomatoes, gherkins, strawberries, etc.) and prevents infection by fungi (phylloxera, rot).

Through decomposition, the mulch replenishes the soil with organic matter, which will increase its fertility and improve its structure.

If the plot is heavily clogged, some weeds can be removed before spring construction without much effort. It is only necessary to provoke them to germinate more quickly.

Spread peat, grass ash, and hummus on the snow in spring and cover it with cling film. Sunlight is attracted to the dark surface, the ground under the film warms up faster, and the weeds begin to germinate. Within 1.5-2 weeks, loosen the soil in flower beds and paths to eliminate weeds.

Repeat the provocation technique if you plan to plant late crops in the bed. Just the bare soil is again fluffed by surface loosening (too hard soil is not necessary).

It is convenient to cover narrow ridges, especially under strawberries or perennials, with mulching material that will not let in light but will allow moisture to escape.

If weeds are not removed from paths in a timely manner, they can be cut back by the roots and used as mulch for garden crops in beds.

3. Water the plants If there is sufficient rain in May and a lot of timely soil mulching, it is possible to reduce some watering by increasing the time between irrigations.

Moisture is well retained under the mulch and does not allow the soil to form dry crusts, which can often harm delicate plant stems.

Drip irrigation is easily arranged in narrow field ridges. From the main water pipe running along with the vegetable garden, a perforated hose is directed to each narrow bed.

The smaller the diameter of the hole, the more often it is placed. The main hose is connected to a water tap. The water pressure is low - it should be dripping, not pouring.

Dear readers Please keep in mind that transitioning to narrow ridges will not automatically rid your garden of weeds in a year, but it will help reduce the labor cost of handling the site and give you a fairly high yield of vegetables without physical overexertion.

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How to Start a Guava Plantation: Guava cultivation information

Guava cultivation can be a very beneficial agribusiness in India. Here is the complete information on starting a guava plantation in India with complete details on guava varieties in India, planting guava seeds, plantation management, harvesting, and post harvest handling practices.

Even though, native to tropical America, India has established it as the largest Guava (Psidium guajava) producing countries in the world (as per the 2016 data source). It ranks 4th in following mangoes, bananas, and citrus. some of the leading states in India that grow guava are there Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh, Tamil Nadu, West Bengal, Orissa apart from Punjab and Haryana. The major countries import guava from India include the US, UAE, Netherlands, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, and Kuwait.

Climatic Requirements for Guava Cultivation

Best grown in the tropical and subtropical region up to 1500 mt. above sea level;

Guava Varieties in India

There are different varieties of guava available in India for commercial cultivation of guava.

1. L-49 /Lucknow-49: It takes greenish-yellow fruits with a smooth surface and milky-white sweet pulps. The skin is relatively thick and having the smallest amount of soft seeds in the core. Due to sweetness and less number of seeds they are highly demanding in Maharashtra and Tamil Nadu. It’s the potential to yield 25 tons /ha.

2. Allahabad Safeda: This variety of guava grows round shaped, white flavorsome flesh, soft skin, and weighing 180-200 grams with medium size. The expected yield is 20-25 tons and has greater stability.

3. Lalit: Fruits grow in saffron yellow color with a reddish flush on the body while pulps are solid and pinkish.  It’s ideal for table and processing. With the potential to produce as high as 100-125 kg per/ plant annually, Lalit is categorized as the largest yield producing in its group.

4.  Arka Mridula: This type of guava fruit is round shaped and weight nearly 180g. Having yellow skin and plum is white and sweet.

5. Sweta: Fruits have thick skin and weighing nearly 200-225g on average. The pulp is snow white and combines sugar and acid.

6. Chittidar: it’s several similarities to Allahabad Safeda and is differentiated with their chromatic dots on the pinhead point of the fruit surface.

Aside from the above, guava grows in prolific varieties including Harijha, Red Fleshed, Punjab pink, Sardar, Baruipur, KG guava, and hybrids like Kohir Sofeda, Akra Amulya, etc. There is some popular foreign breed also for guava plantation like Taiwan guava.

Propagation of Guava Plant

Air layering or stooling procedure has been an affordable way to propagate guava plants. In fact, growing guava plants from seeds is not only challenging but mostly results in poor fruit quality and yield. All you have to do to make your asexual reproduction (vegetative propagation) truly productive is the proper choosing of plants that produce high-quality fruits that help propagate new plants having the attributes of the mother plant. currently select branches of a pencil diameter that shouldn’t be close to any joining part. Peel the branch skin measuring of 2″ length. Drench the peeled area with a rooting substance like NAA 500 PPM OR IBA 500 ppm.

Use moist moss on it and then wrap it with a polythene sheet. Both ends should be kept open. once 20-25 days root with grows from the cutting branch.  July to September is the appropriate time to undertake layering.

Guava Plantation Management

Nursery Management for Guava Plantation :

Plant the seedlings within the nursery bed or pot and water often to grow as single plants with recent branches and new leaves. The seedling is now set for planting.

Land Preparation and Planting :

The land should be prepared during the dry days through plough, leveling, and weeding. Dig pits measuring 1mx1mx1m before the monsoon begins. Fill each hole with Neem Cake @15 Kg, farmyard manure @ 25 Kg, SSP@500 gram,  Lindane powder@ 50 gram together with soil for needed fertilization as well as avoid termite invasion. Showing needs to be done during Aug – September for optimal results. (February and March are also chosen for planting). Maintain a sowing depth of 25-30 cm.

Spacing in Guava Plantation :

The suitable planting distance of 5-8 meters depending on the type of guava species, soil fertility, and watering facility, maintaining a standard spacing of 6m x 6m with 112 plants per acre is the best choice that helps plants grow and maximize yield potential.

Pruning and Training :

Pruning and training should be given special importance to produce guava plants with a resilient framework capable to support higher yield. Pruning should be practiced on a regular basis to discard the infected, diseased, and dead branches. However, avoid pruning during summer to protect the budding plants from sunburn. When guava seedlings grow, provide the necessary support to let them stand upright with their strong stem. In order to check weed growth consider spraying plants with Gramoxone@5ml /liter of water/ per acre during March, July, and September. 200Ltr is adequate to spray one-acre land.

Inter-Cropping Option in Guava Plantation :

Cultivators can opt for inter-cropping during the first 3-4 years to produce legumes crops such as beans, grams, or vegetables like carrot, radish, okra, etc. and earn before getting the yield from the principal plant guava.

Fertilizing

Typically, cropping land should be fertilized to meet the nutritional requirements of plants as they keep on growing. A standard is given below

Depending on the soil fertility level if required, cultivators can consider another dosage from 7-10 years of the plants to fertilize with Cow dung @30-40 kg, Urea @1000-1250 grams, SSP @1500-2000 grams, and MOP @1200-1500 grams per tree.

Apply 50% of the dose in May-June and the remaining 50% in September-October

To produce better yield, consider spraying the plants with Zinc Sulphate @4gram + Boric Acid @2gram per liter of water and Urea@2% during their fruiting period.

Irrigation for Guava Cultivation

Guava shows better growth under rainfed weather conditions, however, draining is equally essential. It Depend on the type of climate, during the dry season, irrigate the plants weekly once whereas in the winter, maintain an interval of 3 weeks. Drip irrigation is suitable for better plant growth and void fungus infestation.

Pest Control in Guava Cultivation

Disease and Management in Guava Plantation

Harvesting in Guava Plantation

Depending on the variety of guava, generally, cultivators find plants to carry fruits from 2-3 years of ageing, however, the vast majority attain their pick productivity point at the age of 7-10 years. Consider the maturity of the guava with their color and decide if they’re ripened enough to be harvested. Cultivators depending on the local market can go for harvesting as the fruits become fully matured while for distance marketplaces, fruits should be picked prior to their fully ripened stage. Guava should be collected from plants together with their stalks and leaves.

Post Harvesting in Guava Cultivation

Grading

Grade according to color, weight, and size.

Storage

Fruits can be stored for 7-10 days at 18°-23° C in polybags with ventilation of 0.25%. To extend shelf-life up to 20 days, harvested fruits require a low temperature of about 5°-6º C with 75-85% relative humidity.

Uses of Guava Fruit

The fruit is highly rich in vitamin C, folic acid, dietary fiber, and essential nutrients. Guava contains vitamin four times higher than an orange. It is also a balanced source of pectin, calcium, and phosphorous. It gives great nutritional value and low-cost, it is used widely in food processing industries to making demanding products like jelly, jam, nectar. It is also used in the preparation of juice, sources, ice-cream, puddings, and cakes.

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

If you’ve been injured in an accident involving a ATV you will need a Lawyer on your side to help you make a full recovery. The attorneys are the best at building successful ATV accident claims. They are fully committed to helping you get maximum compensation for the injuries and losses you have suffered.

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Alpine settlers worked hard and although they were very poor in worldly goods their faith was strong. They had been blessed with good crops for three years and life was beginning to look a little brighter. The crops of 1854 were very promising and they were looking forward to a bounteous harvest. One day the sky suddenly darkened. People rushed outside to see what the matter was. A cloud of swarming insects flew toward the fields, settled on the crops and began their destruction. The people tried all kinds of ways to destroy or drive the insects off. They fought until they dropped with exhaustion, but in no avail. The insects just moved slowly on, devouring nearly everything in their path. For ten years the settlers were tried with this plague of crickets and grasshoppers. It was a struggle to save enough of the crop for seed for the coming year and a meager existence for the families. Some of the people nearly starved to death and many of the animals died. Several settlers left Alpine for other locations where the insects weren’t so bad. The cattle had been able to winter out in the low hills most of the time before but, with the deep snow and intense cold, added to the lack of crops for feed, nearly all the animals died. Money was scarce and even if you had some, grain could only be bought in a very few places. Many of the men had to go away to work. Some logged, some worked on the railroad or took any job they could get. Several families had to go to other communities to live.

By 1857 there were about forty families calling Alpine home. Alpine, though still a small community facing many problems, did her share to help. The communities or wards furnished the supply of food, a little clothing, bedding and other necessities to those who were the teamsters and maybe an ox or team to make up the four head required for each wagon. Each wagon carried one thousand pounds of flour to help both the people along the way and those brought back with them. Albert Marsh also made the trip in 1863 and brought back twelve people in his wagon. During the year of 1864 not many emigrants came because of the Civil War, but a complete team and wagon and two teamsters, James Freestone and James Hamilton, made the trip. In 1866 two fully equipped wagons and teamsters Ephraim Healey and Charles Silver wood went, and in 1868 two more fully equipped wagons and teamsters Frederic C. Clark and Jacob S. Beck responded. Only fifty wagons were in this train, it being the last group to make the trip because the east and the west were then united by rail, and it was much quicker, cheaper, and more comfortable to come by train. Mountain ville, or Alpine, was granted a city charter January 19, 1855, but the first twelve years of the city’s records are missing so most of the history thus far has been taken from journals, church records, diaries, personal histories, biographies, county and state records, newspaper clippings and early settlers’ recollections. During the year of 1868, the city was farming around 650 acres of land and according to records the quality of produce was very good. Aliens had a grist mill at the mouth of American Fork Canyon, and there was a saw and shingle mill in Dry Creek Canyon. Now many people were building outside the walls of the city’s fort.

The family of Thomas Fields Carlisle had been the first to move out. He lived in the fort about six months. Not liking the confinement, he moved to the southeast part of the settlement where he owned a great deal of property. Peace having been established with the Native Americans, other people was getting anxious to return to their own property. As they continued to leave the fort, they were confronted with a serious lack of roads because some people began closing off the lanes through their property. Others had to take long detours to reach their homes from the main road. It was the responsibility of the city council to do something about the problem. For the next thirty or forty years there was a battle between land owners and council members to establish city streets. As the city continued to grow other problems emerged, one being the distinction between the city and the church. To early days it was very common for the mayor and the bishop to be the same man, and most city government was carried on with a church outlook. For example, in city minutes recorded December 18, 1867, we find: “Resolve that this council hold them responsible for the amount of wheat paid out by the Bishop for services done on the meeting house, whenever it be called for. The ward now being duly incorporated the matter of giving the Church some property was again taken up March 27, 1882, by the city council.

At the meeting held January 23,1883, Don C. Strong and the city council discussed exchanging land to permanently locate the line between Lot 1, Block 8 and said Don C. Strong, owner of Lot 2, Block 8. On motion the mayor appointed W. J. Strong, George Clark and R. E. Booth a committee to locate the corners and lines of land asked for by the school trustees. The next week their report was accepted. A deed was made, accepted by the Council, signed by the Mayor, T. J. McCullough, and the Recorder, S. W. Brown, and presented to the Trustees. At the turn of the century, the population of Alpine had increased to 520 which brought many changes and improvements. A creamery was built by the dairymen to care for the milk before hauling it to Salt Lake. Electric lights and a telephone were installed. a rural free delivery mail route was established. The Alpine Co-op Store burned down. Two new stores were built. The conflict over roads for nearly forty years was partly resolved. An Amusement hall was built in 1906. The people had been considering a culinary water system for some time which was started about 1910. The first basketball team was organized in Alpine. Additional ground was purchased for the cemetery. The land was surveyed and divided into lots and fenced. All these and probably more, as well as the usual affairs of the city, kept the city fathers busy. As the pioneers had plodded westward, they were dismayed at the lack of trees on the landscape. Word was sent back to those following to bring seeds, cuttings and seedlings which they did. In 1860 three wagonloads of cuttings and tiny seedlings were brought into Salt Lake valley from Omaha, Nebraska. Others were brought in later from California and distributed among the people. From these, other cuttings were taken and passed on, and the barren hills and valleys took on a new look.

Thus during the 1860s Alpine was landscaped with trees. All the streets in the main part of town were edged with rows of Lombardy poplar trees about six feet apart. Many division lines between properties also had rows of the stately trees, and other varieties were planted on the lots. Entering Alpine from the south or looking down from the cemetery hill or surrounding mountains was a beautiful sight to behold. By the 1940s Alpine was nearing the century mark, and its appearance was showing signs of neglect. A new generation was growing up that didn’t have the pride their forefathers had had in keeping up their premises. Many older buildings and fences were greatly in need of repair, and discarded machinery and other debris needed removing. At a meeting held May 6, 1944, the city council decided something should be done to try to encourage the citizens to clean and fix up their lots. To help in the project, the city offered to furnish the material to those who would put a sidewalk in front of their lots. Very few took advantage of the offer. Some did make attempts at cleaning up the debris and discarding or repairing the fences but with little effect. In February of 1946, the city bought their first road patrol or scraper to help keep the roads level.

It was purchased from the county but had been used in Alpine for years. All roads in the city at this time were still dirt and gravel and could become very uneven, especially during winter or stormy weather. In March of 1946, the city purchased property now known as Grove Flat, northeast of town where the bowery is located, originally homesteaded in 1864 by Joseph Bateman and called Bateman’s Grove. When the City consolidated the water, for some reason Bateman lost his water rights and was unable to farm the ground. It was later sold to the Clark brothers, and they built a large corral there for holding and cutting out their sheep. Many people felt the zoning ordinances were unfair since Alpine was such a small city and did not need regulations as did larger cities. For some reason, the ordinances were not enforced at this time like they should have been, even though books had been printed and stored in the vault at the city hall. On September 16, 1957, Lloyd Canton was appointed building inspector a thankless job because many thought it was nobody’s business what, how, or where people built. Many would not accept the fact that a building inspector was for their own protection. Problems had been building up in the city and at the first meeting, January 8,1962, the new council felt the full impact. Twenty-eight people crowded the room with requests, many involving more money than a whole years revenue. The previous council had already taken out an anticipation bond, and the city finances were nil right then. The requests were tabled with the understanding that there were more important problems which needed immediate attention in the city and these problems had to be taken care of first. The requests would be considered later. During the month of January, subdivision maps came in for parts of the town.

Not being acquainted with the good and bad points of the proposals, it was necessary for the council to hold up the building permits until information could be obtained. A new Alpine City Board of Adjustments was appointed and organized June 11, 1962, when they met under the direction of city council representative, Jennie Wild. Dewey Bennett was appointed chairman, Max Buckner, vice chairman and Joanne Beck, secretary. The appointments were set up this way so that as one person retired each year a new member was added. Their name was placed at the bottom of the list. As a result the information and workings would be carried on through the knowledge of the majority of members. The subdivision ordinance, which had been setup several years previous, had not been enforced. It was now put into effect to protect the rights and property of established citizens as well as newcomers. Strict animal control standards, temporary permits for trailer houses, development of adequately sized and shaped building lots and procedures for establishing business were enforced. This put quite a damper on the influx of people as many were coming to Alpine at that time to get away from the laws being enforced where they had been residing. Not understanding the situation, many local citizens accused the council of hindering progress. Had the council not acted when they did, Alpine could have quickly and easily turned into a very undesirable city. During 1962, a city library was established and a recreation committee appointed. The newly organized Lion’s Club provided a big, fat, jolly Santa Claus who toured the city on the bright, red fire truck and ended up at the city hall with treats for the kiddies. This made a happy climax for the year. People from Highland and individuals from some large subdivisions between Alpine and Salt Lake County tried to get Alpine to furnish them culinary water. Since the city was already having trouble keeping the higher elevation areas supplied with water during the summer, the council notified the Utah County Surveyor, that the City did not intend to sell water outside the city limits. With only one marshal for Alpine, and he having to make a living out of town, the city council members were deputized to act as peace enforcement officers in the Marshal’s absence. This had its funny side. Some of the few offenders that were approached didn’t think the council had the authority to make an arrest or enforce the law. Somewhere along the line the offenders had not been educated that even a citizen can make what is legally termed as a “citizen’s arrest.”

The Alpine beautification program was launched in 1965, with a city population of 904, under the direction of Utah County, Joel C. Barlow, and Mayor Ronald Strong with Councilman Ronald Devey, Jay Singleton, Van Burgess, Eldredge Warnick and Councilwoman Jennie Wild. William Devey and Valere Hegerhorst were chosen by the council to co-chair the program, which in its first year accomplished a tremendous improvement. An estimated number of five hundred residents turned out on two separate weekends, with many out of town companies furnishing their equipment to demolish burn and clear away old homes, barns and sheds. Fences were rebuilt, dead trees removed, vacant lots cleared of debris. The sides of the streets were cleaned of litter and then mowed. The economy of Alpine, UT employs 4.25k people. The largest industries in Alpine, UT are Retail Trade (508 people), Health Care & Social Assistance (485 people), and Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services (482 people), and the highest paying industries are Professional, Scientific, & Technical Services ($78,824), Professional, Scientific, & Management, & Administrative & Waste Management Services ($73,229), and Transportation & Warehousing, & Utilities ($72,222). ATV Accident Lawyer

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Natter #3   6/24/2020

So, on Saturday morning, I took part of my breakfast (yogurt) from our backup  fridge in the garage, but when I put the first spoonful in my mouth I noticed that it was warm. Strange that. So I checked the backup fridge and found that everything in it was warm. The freezer contents - weren't.This was a disaster as I had been to QFC a couple of days previously buying frozen and fresh foods including four half-gallons of milk. Jean had been out the day after for the first time in 12 weeks and part of her haul was more milk and ice cream. I imagine that the excitement of being out again at last and back to her old stamping grounds overcame memory. So here we were rushing around trying to save what we could by rearranging everything in the kitchen fridge and then trying to close the door.The old fridge was possibly down on refrigerant and I was a bit annoyed for a brief moment until I remembered when we bought it.  It was when we lived at the 'old house' way back in 1970 and it was already a year old when we got it! My word - 50 years old. I should have remembered as it's color is 'Harvest Gold' which hasn't been seen on store shelves in donkeys ages. I tend not to date things by color though, as modern colors mean little to me - 'Taupe' for instance means less than nothing. My lexicon runs in terms of the spectrum. But forgetting it's date made me think back to those 'Old House days' and what we were about then - those days and other old days that preceded that time.  My memory of 'then' is perfectly clear  - it seems just like it was yesterday even though I know how long ago it actually was. So many friends and relatives who are no longer around to share those times with, One of the things that have remained constant is our phone number. Of course, then we had an exchange name -  Adams 2, which has now been transmuted to numbers - 232, and I think doing this has lost the feeling of romance that it seemed to have for me. When I was a kid many of our dairy and grocery items were delivered to the door by horse-drawn carts - very few people or businesses had a sufficiently high priority during the war to have a petrol ration. Mum had joined the "Co-op" for convenience and of course, there was the benefit of a bonus payout at year's end. I loved these horses and would meet them outside and feed them apples, carrots and whatever else I had to hand. Still firmly in my mind is the Co-op number I had to recite to the driver when we had milk or groceries delivered - 157376.  Being horses, they would leave proof of their passage along the road and my Dad would pay me a shilling per bucket full of 'Golden Apples' as my Dad referred to this natural function  It seemed like it was too demeaning a job for a full-grown adult  and using his term was sort of distancing himself from the unpleasantness. It used to embarrass me a bit too, but you couldn't argue with the reward. it was all grist to the mill, and it did do the roses a power of good. In 1956, I had been out of the RAF for a year and had also just recently returned home from a  very long sojourn in hospital, and my Dad was persuaded, against his will, to have a phone installed. Phones were not then usual to find in most houses and my Dad's reluctance was based on the very real belief that his company could too easily find him at inconvenient times. I told him that it was an absolute necessity in that day and age and so at last it was installed. Our phone number was Fairlands 4725 and as I said, I remember the old exchanges with affection. Others in our neighborhood were Derwent and Vigilant and my favorite Aunt had the best I always felt - Silverthorn - lovely. The Fairlands exchange was essential to me as when I was discharged from the hospital I had left behind a lovely German nurse with whom I had developed special feelings. When I had become sufficiently fit to allow me to leave the hospital and walk around the grounds, I used to collect any outgoing mail from other patients who were still confined to bed and take it some distance up the road, through the snow to a mailbox. Just to make sure I would be okay, Irmgard, for such was her name, would accompany me and we would find a need to indulge in long hugs and exchange lip locks - just to keep the cold at bay you understand? Shared bodily warmth is a great way to defeat the weather! Later, returning to the hospital, which had been a big old private house standing in its own grounds, we would split up at the circular drive with a last goodnight kiss. Irmgard would go round to the kitchen door and I would go the other way to the front door. Knowing that our companion runs were our secret, I was surprised to find the youngish Matron just inside the door. With a twinkle in her eye, she asked if it was cold out and I acknowledged that it was. She told me that I should be careful that I didn't get chapped lips, but then added that lipstick was a sovereign remedy - and departed with a grin. So much for secrecy! Irmgard's phone exchange name at the hospital was Coombe Wood - not exactly what might be termed 'romantic' but association made it so. Our association was quite intense and a forthcoming proposal, whilst welcomed, was at that time impossible for Irmgard to accept. Her sister was soon to marry, another Englishman and they would be returning to England to live after their honeymoon. She would not leave her parents alone just like that. She had been sent to England for a couple of years to improve her English and was soon to return home to Bad Canstatt, just outside Stuttgart. As I was about to return to my studies we were parted and unlikely to meet again any time soon. So our contacts were limited to letters and very rare and expensive phone calls and so the Canstatt exchange also lives brightly in my memory. Unfortunately, long-distance relations tend to strain circumstances and over time our contacts became less and less,     Sometime later I reached a point where I was able to take a trip to the Continent. I wrote to Irmgard to tell her that at last I was able to come over to see her, not being really sure of my reception as I hadn't written for ages. Within days I had a reply and although she was totally delighted that I was coming she told me that she had become engaged. I couldn't really blame her as I had been very lax, but she wanted me to come and meet her family when I arrived. She was really very good and took me all over the city and ended at her parents' home in the evening to a party for her sister and new husband, just returned from their honeymoon on Lake Constance. It was a really nice evening and I got on very well with her parents, but of course, I didn't like her fiance at all! After all this, although I had been given her brother-in-law's name and address back home I was never able to contact him. I would love to have kept up to know how her life proceeded. I still have her framed portrait photograph she sent me when she had first returned home, inscribed "Zur stehten Erinnerung" Deine Irmgard. I have been occupying some of my evenings on the computer lately sorting and printing out the Natters that Jo & Tom, Carin and Janet have been good enough to get to me. As they all seem to have been listed well out of order I am busy trying to see what I have and what might yet still be missing. The job has been compounded by the difficulty I have experienced in opening the Flash Drive. Sometimes it allows me to zip along, opening files, but then will stop and nothing will work. Next day I try again and I am off to the races again. But I am getting there slowly and tonight (Monday) I completed taking off hard copies. Now I can sort through, putting them in chronological order and see what I shall see. Much more later, but there seems to be nothing before 2012 so I guess that was when I started. As I mentioned last Natter I have been attacking Lily of the Valley and I am almost finished - at least with what was visible. Along the way, I have also removed Sword ferns, Cedar seedlings five feet high and Jasmine. The Jasmine was an insignificant rooted cutting, from where, I have no recollection. It had been placed in a pot on the ground and had been overgrown by all sorts of stuff and over the last year had gone nuts. It was to be used at the Plant Sale and now there are five separate plants threatening to strangle you on the approach to the greenhouse so of course, they have to go. The final gap in my deer-proof fencing was completed a week ago but I forgot to mention it to the deer and my hostas have now been browsed off on three separate occasions. As soon as it looks like there might be leaves on “Empress Woo” that might be reaching terminal size, they disappear and I am beginning to think that I will have to curtail totally growing the items they obviously consider their personal snack bar. 'Doesn't really leave much selection but at least, so far, my cardiocrinums don't feature on their menu. 'Have to be grateful for small mercies I suppose. One good thing has come out of this. My neighbor (ex MG Jill) who has allowed me to use three raised beds to grow veg, has been getting worried that I might fall from the area where the raised beds live - on a raised part of the garden with a six-foot-high rock wall as it's western boundary. She sees me stepping back to admire my work and then bailing out over the edge. So she is having a large bed prepared at the bottom of the wall, which will be enclosed by a deer-proof cage. It will also benefit from the heat held by the rock wall - all sorts of interesting possibilities there. She is a good friend. So next year we might actually be able to eat something we have grown once more. 'Haven't been able to do that for the last four years now, except for Onions and Garlic! Got started on removing existing plants today so we might have the new bed up and running before too long with any luck.  I think it was the hardest day's work I have done for ages and I had to have a nap in the afternoon, but I couldn't tell whether that was because I had two early start days or the sheer grind of lifting heavy plants.You have likely realised that I am just stumbling along here so I will finish and get to bed.

You fearless and weary leader.Gordon

PS Jill had a change of mind just following this and the bed we cleared was ordered replanted - and not with veggies or fruit either. Got to find another place - perhaps a PeaPatch again?