buggy 1 ~
buggy 2 ~
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
big
I don't mean to brag, but holy moly are my tomatoes getting big ~
They're getting so big that every day I worry about something terrible happening to them, like finding giant green worms devouring all of the leaves of the plants. Which I did. Fortunately, they had little time to do any permanent damage, and they left most all of the fruit alone. We (and by we, I mean Lee and our friend Harry) pulled them off and threw them into a pot of hot, soapy water, which seemed to do the trick.
Because all of my labels faded while the plants were in the cold frame, I've no idea what color to expect as they ripen. I'm guessing pink or yellow. Stay tuned.
They're getting so big that every day I worry about something terrible happening to them, like finding giant green worms devouring all of the leaves of the plants. Which I did. Fortunately, they had little time to do any permanent damage, and they left most all of the fruit alone. We (and by we, I mean Lee and our friend Harry) pulled them off and threw them into a pot of hot, soapy water, which seemed to do the trick.
Because all of my labels faded while the plants were in the cold frame, I've no idea what color to expect as they ripen. I'm guessing pink or yellow. Stay tuned.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
summertime things
homegrown white scallop squash with purchased cauliflower, vidalia onion, and garlic ~ sauteed in olive oil with oregano, cumin, black and cayenne pepper, and salt ~ served over whole wheat spaghetti with a carafe of mint tea ~ colorful, no ~ flavorful, yes
~~~~~~~
Not long after Leah was born, I went to Chicago on business, hauling my dual chamber electric breast pump through the airport only weeks after 9/11, awkwardly explaining that it was not an explosive device, then plopping down on the floor in the entrance to the ladies room to use the only outlet I could find.
Later, when she was older and no longer nursing, I went to London for a week on business. I remember trying to explain to my colleagues that I felt a biological drive to be with my child. Childless themselves, they seemed interested for a couple of polite minutes, and then started some other conversation as I nursed my Stella and decided that the next night I would stay in and order room service.
Today, we took Leah to her first resident camp, a Girl Scout campground on Lake Guntersville. I LOVED camp when I was a kid, and I have been looking forward to introducing Leah to the joys of summer camping -- archery, boating, riding, etc. And like any parent who rarely gets a babysitter, I have been looking forward to having time -- time to spend with Neal, time to relax to the degree afforded by having only one kid in the house instead of two. But now that we're home and she's not, it feels exactly as it did when she was so much younger, and I was working full-time and traveling quite a bit, looking around bitterly at all of the stay-at-home moms, wondering how in hell so many of them were able to swing it, and when in hell people were going to get pissed off enough about healthcare options (or lack thereof) to start a revolution. Well, the missingness feels the same. The political stuff doesn't, because this is an entirely different context -- a context of choice. Guess I just kinda ranted there for a second.
But in any context, I wonder if the missingness ever gets any smaller?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
sunday brunch
Homegrown black beauty zucchini and early golden summer crookneck squash, sauteed with vidalia onion from the farmer's market, and served with yellow grits. I love it when Lee cooks.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
green things
I wouldn't necessarily say we're winning the battle against the squash bugs, but we are managing to pick a few squash here and there ~
The tomatoes are growing like mad, and we are growing impatient as we wait for them to ripen ~
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
best guacamole ever
Wait until it's really hot outside. Go to the store. Buy five perfectly ripe avocadoes. A perfectly ripe avocado is like al dente pasta, where your fingers are your teeth. One tomato, garlic, lemon. Be sure you have salt, black pepper, and cayenne in your pantry.
At home, pull out a cutting board, two knives (okay, I'm picky with the knives; I like a regular steak knife for cutting the avocadoes and the lemon, and a serrated bread knife for cutting the tomato), a soup spoon, a garlic press, a masher, a big bowl for the guacamole, a medium bowl for the scraps, and a very small bowl for the lemon juice.
Cut the avocadoes in half lengthwise. Squeeze the seed out of the side it ends up on. Use the soup spoon to scoop the avocado meat out of the shell and into the big bowl. Press two cloves of garlic into the big bowl. The best thing about a garlic press is that you don't have to peel the garlic. Cut the lemon in half widthwise and squeeze both halves into the very small bowl. Use the soup spoon to remove the seeds, and then dump the juice into the big bowl. Dash of salt, three turns of the pepper mill, and three shakes of cayenne.
Mash it all together. It's okay to leave some chunks. Chunks are good.
Cut the tomato in half widthwise and squeeze all of the seeds out into the scrap bowl, which by now also contains avocado shells and seeds, the remains of the garlic (which you have immediately scraped out of the press in order to immediately rinse the press, because lord knows there is nothing harder than removing dried garlic from a press), and a spent lemon. Chop each half of the tomato into chunky pieces and throw it on top of the guacamole. Use the soup spoon to lovingly mix the tomato into the guacamole.
Eat with tortilla chips and maybe a Corona. I'm not a big Corona fan, but it seems like the right thing to do.
Oh yeah, the scraps: put them in your compost heap!
I would have included a picture, but it's gone.
At home, pull out a cutting board, two knives (okay, I'm picky with the knives; I like a regular steak knife for cutting the avocadoes and the lemon, and a serrated bread knife for cutting the tomato), a soup spoon, a garlic press, a masher, a big bowl for the guacamole, a medium bowl for the scraps, and a very small bowl for the lemon juice.
Cut the avocadoes in half lengthwise. Squeeze the seed out of the side it ends up on. Use the soup spoon to scoop the avocado meat out of the shell and into the big bowl. Press two cloves of garlic into the big bowl. The best thing about a garlic press is that you don't have to peel the garlic. Cut the lemon in half widthwise and squeeze both halves into the very small bowl. Use the soup spoon to remove the seeds, and then dump the juice into the big bowl. Dash of salt, three turns of the pepper mill, and three shakes of cayenne.
Mash it all together. It's okay to leave some chunks. Chunks are good.
Cut the tomato in half widthwise and squeeze all of the seeds out into the scrap bowl, which by now also contains avocado shells and seeds, the remains of the garlic (which you have immediately scraped out of the press in order to immediately rinse the press, because lord knows there is nothing harder than removing dried garlic from a press), and a spent lemon. Chop each half of the tomato into chunky pieces and throw it on top of the guacamole. Use the soup spoon to lovingly mix the tomato into the guacamole.
Eat with tortilla chips and maybe a Corona. I'm not a big Corona fan, but it seems like the right thing to do.
Oh yeah, the scraps: put them in your compost heap!
I would have included a picture, but it's gone.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
cycles
On Saturday, we all wished Mister Neal a very happy fifth birthday. He is freckled and dimpled and fresh, unfurling green, like the bean sprouts reaching upupup toward the top of the tepee.
He got his first real bicycle, with training wheels, a helmet, and some pads. There is nothing like that gasping moment of excited big kidness spinning around in spokes and pedals and tires.
We are clearing the downed hackberry from the yard, trying to make way for his party.
Before ~
After ~
I don't think a helmet and pads would have saved this old lady. But she grew big and strong, and she lived a good long time. And that's how things roll.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
maters! and other stuff
The tomatoes are getting bigger every day ~
I think these are Royal Hillbillies, but there's an element of surprise to this particular crop. I cut up a bunch of old plastic containers to make markers for them while they were seedlings, but the ink faded while they were in the cold frame. They could be Royal Hillbilly, Yellow Brandywine, St. Pierre, Black Cherry, or, apparently, Arkansas Traveler, although I don't remember labeling any as such. I seem to recall reading that tomatoes aren't worth the effort of starting from seed, but as a first-time seed-starter, my experience is that they are just as easy as any of the other things we started.
~~~ other stuff ~~~
These magnolias were blooming on a tree at Lee's grandmother's house in Montgomery ~
This luna moth was on the side of a building ~
This pretty perennial is tucked into the periwinkle ~
I think these are Royal Hillbillies, but there's an element of surprise to this particular crop. I cut up a bunch of old plastic containers to make markers for them while they were seedlings, but the ink faded while they were in the cold frame. They could be Royal Hillbilly, Yellow Brandywine, St. Pierre, Black Cherry, or, apparently, Arkansas Traveler, although I don't remember labeling any as such. I seem to recall reading that tomatoes aren't worth the effort of starting from seed, but as a first-time seed-starter, my experience is that they are just as easy as any of the other things we started.
~~~ other stuff ~~~
These magnolias were blooming on a tree at Lee's grandmother's house in Montgomery ~
This luna moth was on the side of a building ~
This pretty perennial is tucked into the periwinkle ~
These feet are happy in their Merrell's ~
Sunday, June 7, 2009
homegrown
I put these Chinese yellow cucumber seeds in the ground last Sunday, and here they are as of last Thursday. Amazing what four days can do!
White bush scallop squash ~
White bush scallop squash ~
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
you might not be a domestic goddess if...
~ You find yourself eating yogurt with muesli out of a Christmas mug using a fork.
~ Days later, you still have little white dots all over the floor from when your four-year-old made shaved styrofoam with the shaved ice machine.
~ It doesn’t bother you one bit to leave the clothes on the line in the rain. The sun’ll come out tomorrow.
~ Your idea of clearing the recycling out of the kitchen typically results in the recycling clinking in your car trunk for, like, a month.
~ You have quilts hanging up in your windows instead of curtains, just like when you were in college.
~ A friend recommends the Roomba for daily maintenance, but notes that it doesn't replace your weekly deep cleaning, and you think, Good Lord, what IS she talking about?
~ You notice there is a spider’s web between your guitar and the bookshelf it’s resting against when you pull it out to put some stickers on the case. Wait a minute: this means you’re not a rock star, either. Damn. What the hell happened?
~ Days later, you still have little white dots all over the floor from when your four-year-old made shaved styrofoam with the shaved ice machine.
~ It doesn’t bother you one bit to leave the clothes on the line in the rain. The sun’ll come out tomorrow.
~ Your idea of clearing the recycling out of the kitchen typically results in the recycling clinking in your car trunk for, like, a month.
~ You have quilts hanging up in your windows instead of curtains, just like when you were in college.
~ A friend recommends the Roomba for daily maintenance, but notes that it doesn't replace your weekly deep cleaning, and you think, Good Lord, what IS she talking about?
~ You notice there is a spider’s web between your guitar and the bookshelf it’s resting against when you pull it out to put some stickers on the case. Wait a minute: this means you’re not a rock star, either. Damn. What the hell happened?
Monday, June 1, 2009
things that happened over the weekend
1. Made important business call from home while kids played outside.
2. Received note from kid number one during important business call: Come outside! Giant tree down in back yard!
3. Mourned loss of big, old hackberry.
4. Went to Montgomery to help with yard sale. Return on investment for yard sale: not so hot. Did manage to come away with this and this.
5. Mourned fact that kid number two expelled almost every known bodily fluid onto places it didn't belong while in Montgomery helping with yard sale. Return on investment for kid number two: still crunching the numbers.
6. Learned enough about wild plants that I am now enjoying home-brewed sassafras tea. See more here.
7. Planted cucumbers.
8. Displaced camera purchase with purchase of one full sized violin for kid number one, and one quarter-sized violin for kid number two. Totally okay with that.
2. Received note from kid number one during important business call: Come outside! Giant tree down in back yard!
3. Mourned loss of big, old hackberry.
4. Went to Montgomery to help with yard sale. Return on investment for yard sale: not so hot. Did manage to come away with this and this.
5. Mourned fact that kid number two expelled almost every known bodily fluid onto places it didn't belong while in Montgomery helping with yard sale. Return on investment for kid number two: still crunching the numbers.
6. Learned enough about wild plants that I am now enjoying home-brewed sassafras tea. See more here.
7. Planted cucumbers.
8. Displaced camera purchase with purchase of one full sized violin for kid number one, and one quarter-sized violin for kid number two. Totally okay with that.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
pail
I love the way its handle fits in the distal hinge joints of my fingers. The way it swings back and forth as I walk. The way it makes me feel useful, strong, and farm-y. The way it holds things: weeds, dirt, water, ash. The way it may be left, full or empty, anywhere, and it just fits.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Acoustic Cafe
Rurality recently posted some lovely pictures taken at Steve Masterson's place, just a hop-skip-and-a-jump from where we live. Every May, Steve is the gracious host of the Acoustic Cafe. We can't make it this year, but if anyone out there is looking for a great little music festival this Memorial Day weekend, check it out.
Here are some pictures from the 2006 event. (I no longer have them on my computer and attempts at downloading them from a Shutterfly shared site didn't work. You don't have to sign into Shutterfly or create an account or any such thing -- just click View Album and then click on each picture individually or watch the slide show.)
Here are some pictures from the 2006 event. (I no longer have them on my computer and attempts at downloading them from a Shutterfly shared site didn't work. You don't have to sign into Shutterfly or create an account or any such thing -- just click View Album and then click on each picture individually or watch the slide show.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
that farmhouse feeling
Two things I like in my appliances: retractable cords and timers.
The past two evenings, drunk with sunshine after a month or more of rain, we have set the timers. Lee made French honey bread that finished baking in the bread machine at exactly 5:50am, just before the magic coffee maker that grinds the beans revved its engine and took off ~
Full of crust and butter and coffee, I contemplate forgiving the chickens for eating my pretty pink roses, which appear to have had enough buds on them to recover ~
It only took one day of sunshine to dry these out, but they sprang right back after a good soaking. I'm not sure what they are; the tag said something as enlightening as Flowering Plant ~
The tomatoes wear tiny fruit that hangs in a graceful droop ~
That's pokeweed growing on the other side of the fence. Lee wants to leave it there so that he can make poke salad, but I for one am skeptical of anything you have to boil three times before it stops being poisonous enough to kill you.
Did I mention we found a turtle? We were loading some wood from a fallen tree when we spotted him beneath the branches. Neal named him George Josh but Lee and I like to call him George Joshington. We made an outdoor habitat of our old rabbit cage. (Which might lead one to wonder whatever happened to our old rabbit. Well. At first he lived indoors with us, but then he chewed through all of the electrical cords, so we moved him out to the chicken coop. Often we let him roam freely through one section of the coop or another, until one day we couldn't find him in any section of the coop. He appeared to have escaped, Alcatraz-style. We later saw him hip-hopping happily in the field. Attempts to lure him back with baby carrots were unsuccessful.)
The past two evenings, drunk with sunshine after a month or more of rain, we have set the timers. Lee made French honey bread that finished baking in the bread machine at exactly 5:50am, just before the magic coffee maker that grinds the beans revved its engine and took off ~
Full of crust and butter and coffee, I contemplate forgiving the chickens for eating my pretty pink roses, which appear to have had enough buds on them to recover ~
It only took one day of sunshine to dry these out, but they sprang right back after a good soaking. I'm not sure what they are; the tag said something as enlightening as Flowering Plant ~
The tomatoes wear tiny fruit that hangs in a graceful droop ~
That's pokeweed growing on the other side of the fence. Lee wants to leave it there so that he can make poke salad, but I for one am skeptical of anything you have to boil three times before it stops being poisonous enough to kill you.
Did I mention we found a turtle? We were loading some wood from a fallen tree when we spotted him beneath the branches. Neal named him George Josh but Lee and I like to call him George Joshington. We made an outdoor habitat of our old rabbit cage. (Which might lead one to wonder whatever happened to our old rabbit. Well. At first he lived indoors with us, but then he chewed through all of the electrical cords, so we moved him out to the chicken coop. Often we let him roam freely through one section of the coop or another, until one day we couldn't find him in any section of the coop. He appeared to have escaped, Alcatraz-style. We later saw him hip-hopping happily in the field. Attempts to lure him back with baby carrots were unsuccessful.)
No pictures of this, but believe me when I tell you that I returned home from a Saturday morning run to find a frog in the tub. We set him free.
(Making progress on the camera front: picked one out, but an untimely flat tire has forced me to delay the purchase until next month.)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
a few of his favorite things
Me: Neal, I have some questions for you.
Neal: Okay.
Me: What's your favorite color?
Neal: Blue.
Me: What's your favorite animal?
Neal: Elephant. No, dragon.
Me: What's your favorite food?
Neal: Hotdogs and beans.
Pause.
Neal: Now. Let's talk about candy for a little while.
Neal: Okay.
Me: What's your favorite color?
Neal: Blue.
Me: What's your favorite animal?
Neal: Elephant. No, dragon.
Me: What's your favorite food?
Neal: Hotdogs and beans.
Pause.
Neal: Now. Let's talk about candy for a little while.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
deer valley, utah
It was snowing when we got there ~
The man who drove us from the airport to the hotel is a composer who also plays in a rock band that has toured in Japan. He was nice enough to take a picture of us in front of the hotel ~
left to right: Brent, Neeru, Rick, and me
The conference was hosted by our software provider, so in between ooohs and aaahs over the snowy mountains -- and fabulous food -- we learned all kinds of exciting geek-stuff. (Sorry -- no pictures of the exciting geek-stuff.)
another group shot, courtesy of Alta Anthony at Johns Hopkins University PressSki season had just ended, so most of the shops and restaurants were closed, but we did manage to find a cozy book store with a resident cat watching over the register. I needed a book for the plane ride home and could have spent hours browsing. My companions were very patient, and finally I chose a book of poetry by Gary Snyder.
The highlight of the trip: climbing to the top of the wall ~
Special thanks to Neeru for the pictures.
Friday, May 8, 2009
it!
Julia has tagged me for a meme! So just in case the DVR list in my last post didn't satisfy your thirst for information about me, you're in luck -- here's lots more!
What are your current obsessions?
Growing tomatoes, murdering poison ivy, hating the codependent relationship I have with my cell phone.
Which item from your wardrobe do you wear most often?
Sports bra. Cause I'm sporty.
What's for dinner?
Lentils and rice with parmesan cheese, broccoli, yogurt with Grape-nuts cereal sprinkled on top. (Actually, that was last night's dinner. I just didn't want to fess up to the fact that tonight we went to Taco Bell.)
What's your greatest fear at the moment?
That my son will never remember to walk instead of run in the parking lot.
What are you listening to?
My best guess is that it's a giant moth fluttering into the kitchen window screen.
If you were a goddess what would you be?
But I AM a goddess.
What are your favourite holiday spots?
Smoky Mountains, Rocky Mountains. I like mountains. And woods. The Sipsey Wilderness is nice. England always feels like home, though I've been only a handful of times.
What are you reading right now?
Newsweek. I finished The Geurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society while in Utah earlier this month (wonderful book). We're going to the library tomorrow to return some things -- not sure what I'll dig into next.
What is your guilty pleasure?
Putting entirely too much half and half in the bottom of my mug before pouring the coffee.
Who or what makes you laugh?
My kids and my husband, Will Ferrell, Tommy Boy, The Big Lewbowski.
What is your favourite spring thing to do?
Wear sandals. My feet like to breathe.
Where are you planning to travel next?
I'm seriously considering going to Chattanooga to do a half-marathon trail run later this month.
What is the best thing you ate or drank lately?
Steak and salmon at the Stein Eriksen Lodge in Deer Valley, Utah.
When was the last time you were tipsy?
At the opening night reception for the conference in Utah. Which is funny, because the conference itself was hosted by Mormons.
What is your favourite ever film?
Too hard to narrow down. There's a particular camera movement in Wonder Boys that is utterly graceful. I love Lost in Translation. The Nightmare Before Christmas.
What is the biggest lesson you've learned from your children?
Eating and sleeping on time are essential to one's well being.
What song can't you get out of your head?
Well, I don't know what it was before, but now it's that song that goes Well, I can't get you out of my head....
What book do you know you should read but refuse to?
Look Homeward, Angel, by Thomas Wolfe. Not because of modern day criticism (to be honest, I would probably enjoy its meandering style), but because I associate it with the summer before my senior year of high school.
What is your physical abnormality/abnormal physical ability?
Physical abnormality: my spine is crooked (not so much so that you can tell by looking, but I did have to wear a brace when I was young). Abnormal physical ability: ummmm -- I can run 26.2 miles -- does that count?
What is your favourite colour?
All shades of blue are nice. I like a little bit of red here and there. In early April, the deep red clover against the high green grass, with an occasional orange/yellow wildflower standing out, is simply striking.
I tag The Country Experience, mountainmelody, and Heather K. You're it!
What are your current obsessions?
Growing tomatoes, murdering poison ivy, hating the codependent relationship I have with my cell phone.
Which item from your wardrobe do you wear most often?
Sports bra. Cause I'm sporty.
What's for dinner?
Lentils and rice with parmesan cheese, broccoli, yogurt with Grape-nuts cereal sprinkled on top. (Actually, that was last night's dinner. I just didn't want to fess up to the fact that tonight we went to Taco Bell.)
What's your greatest fear at the moment?
That my son will never remember to walk instead of run in the parking lot.
What are you listening to?
My best guess is that it's a giant moth fluttering into the kitchen window screen.
If you were a goddess what would you be?
But I AM a goddess.
What are your favourite holiday spots?
Smoky Mountains, Rocky Mountains. I like mountains. And woods. The Sipsey Wilderness is nice. England always feels like home, though I've been only a handful of times.
What are you reading right now?
Newsweek. I finished The Geurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society while in Utah earlier this month (wonderful book). We're going to the library tomorrow to return some things -- not sure what I'll dig into next.
What is your guilty pleasure?
Putting entirely too much half and half in the bottom of my mug before pouring the coffee.
Who or what makes you laugh?
My kids and my husband, Will Ferrell, Tommy Boy, The Big Lewbowski.
What is your favourite spring thing to do?
Wear sandals. My feet like to breathe.
Where are you planning to travel next?
I'm seriously considering going to Chattanooga to do a half-marathon trail run later this month.
What is the best thing you ate or drank lately?
Steak and salmon at the Stein Eriksen Lodge in Deer Valley, Utah.
When was the last time you were tipsy?
At the opening night reception for the conference in Utah. Which is funny, because the conference itself was hosted by Mormons.
What is your favourite ever film?
Too hard to narrow down. There's a particular camera movement in Wonder Boys that is utterly graceful. I love Lost in Translation. The Nightmare Before Christmas.
What is the biggest lesson you've learned from your children?
Eating and sleeping on time are essential to one's well being.
What song can't you get out of your head?
Well, I don't know what it was before, but now it's that song that goes Well, I can't get you out of my head....
What book do you know you should read but refuse to?
Look Homeward, Angel, by Thomas Wolfe. Not because of modern day criticism (to be honest, I would probably enjoy its meandering style), but because I associate it with the summer before my senior year of high school.
What is your physical abnormality/abnormal physical ability?
Physical abnormality: my spine is crooked (not so much so that you can tell by looking, but I did have to wear a brace when I was young). Abnormal physical ability: ummmm -- I can run 26.2 miles -- does that count?
What is your favourite colour?
All shades of blue are nice. I like a little bit of red here and there. In early April, the deep red clover against the high green grass, with an occasional orange/yellow wildflower standing out, is simply striking.
I tag The Country Experience, mountainmelody, and Heather K. You're it!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
mindlessness
I feel like blogging but I don't feel like thinking. I don't feel like doing pictures and text and laying it all out just right. I'm frustrated that I still haven't gotten a decent camera. There is no good reason I still haven't gotten a decent camera, just like there is no good reason I still haven't cut my hair.
A list would be good right about now. Hmmm. Ever wonder what we record on our DVR? No? Oh well, here you go:
House
The Office
30 Rock
Monk
Psych
Reaper
The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
Namaste Yoga
and a bunch of scifi and adult cartoons for Lee
We did manage to get a few of our tomatoes into the ground this afternoon ~
They are actually much taller than this, but we set them deep down, burying some of the leaves as you often do with tomatoes. The soil is amended with coop junk, and the plants are mulched with a layer of compost and a sprinkling of coop hay. They're planted in an area where we're making some raised beds by double digging and terracing, in part of the yard that we didn't turn over with the terramite. Lee has claimed the terramite-turned area -- it is now the island of lost plants. I am ruthless in my culling of seedlings, but he can't bear to let any of them go.
Ah, well -- I couldn't resist adding a picture and text after all. I feel better now.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
pretty little surprises
In the spring of 2007, after finding our house in Hayden but before permanently moving in, I transplanted some irises from our yard in Roebuck Springs. They didn't bloom at all last year, so I thought I'd done something wrong -- thought perhaps the bulbs weren't deep enough. Then someone told me I might have to wait up to five years after transplanting them before they would bloom again. This made me feel both hopeful and disappointed at the same time. I had given up on expecting any blooms this year -- everyone else's were sticking out their fuzzy little purple and yellow tongues, and mine were just sitting there making pretty little green Vs at the foot of a tree.
Then one day last week, I noticed that one of them had three buds on it! The others were showing no such signs, but this one was about to pop!
and pop it did (drat that cell phone lens!) ~
These roses surprise us every year -- they are among the many things that were here long before we were (double drat that cell phone lens!) ~
I've been trying to catch roosterman atop his well for quite a while. He likes to spring from here to the treetops. Before we had chickens of our own, I had no idea how high they could fly ~
Here are some of our tomatoes in the coldframe. This shot was taken a couple of weeks ago -- they're even bigger now. They are beyond ready to be put into the ground, but I spent last weekend preparing to go to Utah (business) for a few days, and this weekend was rained/tornadoed out. We'll set them out next weekend, come rain or shine ~
Stay tuned for a recap of the Utah adventure....
I've been trying to catch roosterman atop his well for quite a while. He likes to spring from here to the treetops. Before we had chickens of our own, I had no idea how high they could fly ~
Here are some of our tomatoes in the coldframe. This shot was taken a couple of weeks ago -- they're even bigger now. They are beyond ready to be put into the ground, but I spent last weekend preparing to go to Utah (business) for a few days, and this weekend was rained/tornadoed out. We'll set them out next weekend, come rain or shine ~
Stay tuned for a recap of the Utah adventure....
Friday, May 1, 2009
absent minded
the dog ate it, well
at first i forgot, then
later squandered, as though
it were disposable, some thing
i could live with
out
plucking and puzzling tongue
to paper
(like i forgot to refuse meat, or
your best friend's name)
there isn't much time, remind
me again
i wanted to be a poet
swelter - not venom but memory - inside
this tropospheric tent, eyes unzip
blackberry blossoms, fruits
(sometimes
smarts)
sometimes falls/
is thrown
perfectly ripe to the ground
comes some thing canine, or
else forgotten
at first i forgot, then
later squandered, as though
it were disposable, some thing
i could live with
out
plucking and puzzling tongue
to paper
(like i forgot to refuse meat, or
your best friend's name)
there isn't much time, remind
me again
i wanted to be a poet
swelter - not venom but memory - inside
this tropospheric tent, eyes unzip
blackberry blossoms, fruits
(sometimes
smarts)
sometimes falls/
is thrown
perfectly ripe to the ground
comes some thing canine, or
else forgotten
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