The Ohio River cuts across the top of Kentucky, flowing by Louisville (at its widest and its deepest), and capturing my attention as I stroll along just about sunset. Today this river divides Kentucky from Indiana. Yesterday this river divided free states from slave states. I see history coursing past me as I face day’s end.
In today’s ever expanding world being a fifth generation anything feels remarkable. Knowing that your name, and your ancestors’ name, and theirs before them, all belong to a well-respected family institution, causes one to swell with pride. In my case this pride is compounded with the recent Christening of my namesake tug boat, and thus having an even more direct connection to this mighty fleet that has endured all the trials of the last 150 years. Being a 5th generation McAllister never felt so wonderful as when I broke a bottle across the stern of the Moira McAllister!
This spring is a new adventure for us, since we moved from our big old house on ten acres with various perennial beds, the sprawling black berry bushes and cultivated blueberries, the field of wild flowers and surrounding forest, to our new apartment. Despite the downsize our desire to garden is still a strong impulse. Although novices to potted gardens, we are pleased by the possibilities on our sunny and spacious second floor deck. Already we have planted veggies for now, and later, and flowers to attract butterflies and hummingbirds. 
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