“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
“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
THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
Your Say
Song of Myself
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
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
SPRING
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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.