Memorial Day weekend is less of a holiday then most. It is the weekend that Yankees are schooled to put in their gardens to avoid the random frosts that patrol the month of May. As such, its is a very busy weekend. I do double time during the weekend as I am normally just back from NOLA and the bush hog beckons. I love cutting the grass and I consider my tractor my oasis within this budding grove. I can think on the tractor, and focus not on the larger issues of running a business or the difficulties of certain designs, but on the simplicity of line as a theme unto itself. The only thing I care about for hours on end is keeping the beautiful symmetry of the mown grass and smelling the fragrance of nature as it happens. There is no telephone and no interruptions. The job is not an easy one as I find it the perfect place to have champagne. Most of my friends are aware that I believe that farm machinery and champagne do mix when done in moderation. I chose rose champagne this weekend to toast the cherry blossoms that are singing their swan songs, and announce the planting of mortgage lifter tomatoes that have that lovely pink color when they start to blush in the Fall. The lines are straight in the fields, and the new garden freshly watered. We await first the cherry fruit that Proust obsesses about in the book "within a budding grove", the second book of his series, In search of lost time. I find lost hours on the tractor and can't imagine spring or summer without that outlet to enjoy. I admit to being especially excited about "Yellow Meat". This is Arkansas cognoscenti vernacular for golden colored watermelon. In my humble opinion the fairer brother to beluga, but much more approachable. I would give up all food with the exception of cheese for watermelon, and consider a feta and watermelon salad genius.