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The major Committee Report dealt with membership. That committee
retracted everything it contributed to the previous meeting. The Secretary
was enjoined to fog his observations regarding membership and the dignified
and mystical manner by which the Society fills its ranks. Suffice it to say
the by-laws were read. Loose details, semantics, and ontology were thrashed
over. We resolved to clear up some of the gray areas....later. For now the
three families chronologically in line and approved for membership would be
sent invitations to join and the other families would be on the waiting list or
what amounted to the waiting list waiting list.

The Questions were meager probably because we had exhausted ourselved over
the really BIG question: what is membership and when is the right time to
harvest.

Mo Chance wondered if anyone knew when the Coffys dug up their lilies to
have them in time for the hospital supper. It was assumed that they were
dug up early - probably in the fall or late August and then put in a special
bed to await gathering for the Hospital Supper. A postscript says the Coffys
dug the bulbs up the day before the Supper.

Tom Canby has 2 bluebird houses but no bluebirds - they inspect the boxes
but don't stay. Recommended that he cut down more trees and don't have
the nests too close together.

John Hartge hears loud screaming at night in the woods below their house. He
declined to imitate the sounds. Possibilities include foxes, bobcats, kitties
from hell, loud ties that have escaped from John's wardrobe, the list goes on.
Most members doubted the likelihood of bobcats but the description did not
match any other beast commonly found in the area. Beth Bullard suspected
barn owls. John was asked to get a recording and bring it to a future
meeting.

With no other questions we thanked the Canbys for their hospitality and
adjourned the meeting, agreeing to meet next at the Community House on
September 5 when Priscilla Allen would host the gathering and Ari Preuss
would be the reader

With humble apologies for cheekiness, mispellings, and thinly veiled character
self-assassination,

Peter Austin
Secretary