“We’re not too worried about the corn, but we are intensely focused on the grandchildren”.
“What good is zucchini anyway?” <–There open the Gates of Wisdom
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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And now for something completely different.
That was pretty cool tnx.
He should try using straw instead of mulch. It decomposes nicely in the fall, controls the weeds (the straw does “Sprout” so you just turn it over with your hand) and keeps the ground moist. I cannot figure out why he uses all that good ground to grow corn.
“Don’t Bend Over in the Garden, Granny,
You Know Them Taters Got Eyes”
Lewis Grizzard
“What good is zucchini anyway?”
Heh. His education has been neglected!
He needs to take cooking lessons from someone who knows! It’s so versatile and wonderful in how it’s flavors combine with so many others! But you have to taste all the ways and decide for yourself. When you do, you’ll use it in literally dozens of ways.
Joe
…I cannot figure out why he uses all that good ground to grow corn.
It may look like he’s growing corn, but what Scott is really growing are his grandchildren.
Just growing potatoes, like a good Mick, this year after giving up on a garden for a few tears. Was going to grow some tomatoes and zucchini like in the past. Sliced and grilled zucchini on the grill is like candy and home made tomato sauce is wonderful but refused to wear mask to buy seeds/plants.
L0l, looks like work to me. As a 70 year old retiree with IPF I labor to breathe just looking at it.
Great garden! Enjoyed the tour.
Your mulching is excellent just keep it up. Yes it just gets better with time.
Only downside is too much rotting organic matter over time can change the PH lower, to more acidic.
So just get a Ph tester, and maybe add some lime to raise the Ph if it starts to get too low.
You’re doing great kid! 🙂
(I miss Lewis Grizzard. I’ve always wondered what happened to his life-size painting of Herschel Walker in his University of Georgia football uniform. Maybe Grizzard’s widow gave it to Walker.)
A few years ago we realized you can pickle zukes – in chip form – and they are really amazing. Changed my whole view of them. Really tasty with some cheese and bread and a Martini.