Class of March 2013 Part 54
take a hike Trachy...... no, literally , sounds like you are in need of one of your majestic walks sweetie. Go commune with nature, it is rarely boring.
I have been battling nature in my garden recently. I have many adjectives for nature. Boring is not one of them. Most of them would have my post removed. Nature and I have drawn lines in the dirt. I may need napalm. And more foot soldiers.
I have been battling nature in my garden recently. I have many adjectives for nature. Boring is not one of them. Most of them would have my post removed. Nature and I have drawn lines in the dirt. I may need napalm. And more foot soldiers.
Toots, I will be communing today but, it won't be majestic as I will be hands on with a power tiller.
I'm going to help Dad have a garden again this year. It's kinda funny that we started with a butterfly wildflower patch, then added a few tomato plants, then Mom gets in the act with wanting a few summer squash plants, and my BIL would like to grow some watermelons.
And I want okra.
So, I will be hands on with one of the more effective medieval torture devices ever invented: the power tiller. Our's isn't one of those that you see on TV where a person walks along with one hand on the controls while the machine does all the work. No, ours is 40 years old, and mean. It's been used annually all it's life. The constant struggle between it and the dirt has honed the tines to knifelike sharpness. Still, the dirt resists and the tiller bucks and jumps in your hands while it fights with planet earth.
For all of my life, there has been a summer garden to work in and, thankfully, eat from. The family has worked this little patch for over 40 years. Just a quarter acre, it provided lots of food(and exercise) over that time. And no tomato tastes better than a sunwarmed beauty from your own dirt.
What a patch of dirt. One year we decided to plant most of it in peas. We had purple hull crowder peas for two years. Sweet corn this year? We harvested 400 ears. In our heyday we kept two freezers for the produce. And a few hundred mason jars for the canned goods. Some things are just better canned.
So, this morning will be productive.
I'm going to help Dad have a garden again this year. It's kinda funny that we started with a butterfly wildflower patch, then added a few tomato plants, then Mom gets in the act with wanting a few summer squash plants, and my BIL would like to grow some watermelons.
And I want okra.
So, I will be hands on with one of the more effective medieval torture devices ever invented: the power tiller. Our's isn't one of those that you see on TV where a person walks along with one hand on the controls while the machine does all the work. No, ours is 40 years old, and mean. It's been used annually all it's life. The constant struggle between it and the dirt has honed the tines to knifelike sharpness. Still, the dirt resists and the tiller bucks and jumps in your hands while it fights with planet earth.
For all of my life, there has been a summer garden to work in and, thankfully, eat from. The family has worked this little patch for over 40 years. Just a quarter acre, it provided lots of food(and exercise) over that time. And no tomato tastes better than a sunwarmed beauty from your own dirt.
What a patch of dirt. One year we decided to plant most of it in peas. We had purple hull crowder peas for two years. Sweet corn this year? We harvested 400 ears. In our heyday we kept two freezers for the produce. And a few hundred mason jars for the canned goods. Some things are just better canned.
So, this morning will be productive.
Oh, yeah. you fire up the grill anticipating grilled salmon or something equally yummy. You turn around and gaze at the garden. Tomatoes, squash, eggplant...all ripe and ready. Spritz of olive oil, dash of oregano and on the grill the veggies go.
There's an REM song "Everyone Hurts". I need to rewrite that.
Everything huuuuuurts!
The garden be tilled. We must consult the augers for opportune phases of the moon and omens and planting times. And there is a very large space ready for the butterfly garden.
Everything huuuuuurts!
There's an REM song "Everyone Hurts". I need to rewrite that.
Everything huuuuuurts!
The garden be tilled. We must consult the augers for opportune phases of the moon and omens and planting times. And there is a very large space ready for the butterfly garden.
Everything huuuuuurts!
I would love to grow veg as I have a huge garden. Unfortunately I would only be feeding the local wild rabbit population. And while I enjoy eating rabbit in a variety of manners, I prefer steak.
Yes, you guys Farm fresh eggs are laid that day. There definitely is a difference in taste,
Hi there PJ !
Getting ready for the week-end. have a great one !
OH Yes, I almost forgot. I had a terrible craving for alcohol yesterday. and I mean bad. It was beautiful out side and I wanted to get drunk, Ugh. What was that all about.
Babs
Hi there PJ !
Getting ready for the week-end. have a great one !
OH Yes, I almost forgot. I had a terrible craving for alcohol yesterday. and I mean bad. It was beautiful out side and I wanted to get drunk, Ugh. What was that all about.
Babs
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Sometimes random crazy thoughts just happen out of nowhere.
But you didn’t act, and you aren’t likely to act if it happens again.
Drunken happiness is a figment of the imagination.
By now you know well that mere temporary zombitude does not equal happiness.
But you didn’t act, and you aren’t likely to act if it happens again.
Drunken happiness is a figment of the imagination.
By now you know well that mere temporary zombitude does not equal happiness.
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