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Duck 12
Posted in Duck Series
Tagged break your mother's back, duck, ducks, play on words, pun, step on a crack
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The Header (A stretched out bit of self-expression) and Header Notes
There’s really nothing much to explain. The header is the photo across the top of the page. I could select one of a handful of stock photos to take this space, or use one of my own. I choose the second option. At first, I only tried to look for an attractive picture that would add a bit of interest to a word-heavy blog. I soon learned that only certain photographs look good in a long, narrow, horizontal space. I quickly started looking for, and seeing without even trying, lines: elements of buildings, gardens, nature, people, and more. I have come to relish taking header (and other) shots with my decent but decidedly not-professional camera.
Note the tab at the top of the page called Header Notes. This is where you can click to read a description, background notes and if you’re lucky, a funny, clever caption for the header photo.
Garden Time Stands Still
I’m a pretty bad judge of time. I think it’s been a week since so-and-so happened, but I find out it’s been a month. That can be bad if I think the bill arrived a few days ago, but really, it’s been a few weeks. Here is a phrase I truly believe whenever I say it: “Honey, I’ll be done in five minutes.” I think she’d rather hear a more accurate, I’ll be done in one hour,” than a misjudged shorter period of time. I’m especially bad at judging garden time.
My wife picked me up at the Metro after work a while back so we could drop by Smith to water it. That’s all we were going to do that evening. After the long string of August-like rainless broilers we’d had around here, poor Smith needed a drink, and a little weeding too. Well o.k., maybe more than a little weeding. I understate weeds like I underestimate time. So my wife watered while I weeded. Actually we both watered, since she had found a second hose. Continue reading
From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 13
Friday – New Year’s Day, 2010
Today we said good bye to our two sons and their significant others. Always sad to see them go. Especially poignant for our our oldest who lives with his wife in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. So far away. Our time together, the talking, the eating and drinking, the sharing of once-in-a-lifetime moments (a wedding, an engagement), the shared stories and jokes; all these combined to make the partings a little melancholy. The only good thing about them leaving is that it marked the beginning of our returning to normal life, normal time.
We’re pooped. Exhaustion had pulled up a chair in our brains, popped some popcorn, gotten chips and dip and a few beers, and was fiddling with the t.v. to find the game. We should have done the same except that with what energy we had left, we wanted to spend time with the bride and groom before they departed.
I’ll tell you one thing we sure didn’t have to do and that’s cook. Leftovers practically poured out of the fridge. We had to tie a few straps around it to keep the door shut (just kidding, but needing to do that wouldn’t have surprised me.) Continue reading
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Tagged bride, exhaustion, good byes, groom, left-overs
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Smith, Jones, The Lorelei: A Midsummer Night’s Status Report – Part Final
A Midsummer Night’s Status Report – Part 2
Here’s the last part of this Summer Solstice peek at the garden scene. I love all the life in a garden, yes, plus eating good, fresh food, sure, but I also like the complexity of the interactions or at least the absurdity of the gang gathered there. Corn and cucumbers and tomatoes and sunflowers and castor beans and garlic and more all bursting from the same plot of land, really thrills me.
This blog isn’t about gardening. It’s about words. Sometimes those words are about gardens. There are times when a garden requires more attention at one moment, for example harvesting, initial bed preparation, or weeding after a week of neglect. Similarly, I need to be doing this mid-summer (actually, mid-season) report now, in the June 21-24 midsummer range, since it’s about half-way through the growing season (March-October).
Butternut Squash – Planted four hills, enough to cover Smith and the surrounding walkways, and maybe some of my neighbor’s gardens with squash vines if they all do well. Last year I was not at all pleased with how the winter squash performed. This year, in reaction to that, I likely overdid it. I want to practice growing things that keep over winter.
Jerusalem Artichokes – There’s nothing Jerusalem-ish or artichokey about these plants, some now towering above me 10-12 feet tall, ready to burst into a yellow, chocolatey-smelling flower. Their gift lies underground, tubers we dig in fall. Thought I dug most of last year’s but no, I left way too many, so this year, my J.A. patch is brimful of these giants.
Sweet Potatoes – My wife wanted to try these. We started them from sprouts cut from a half potato she stuck in water. Like the squash, our 6 plants could cover all of Smith. We’ll see what happens. Though I don’t like sweet potatoes, I’d like to be able to harvest some.
Kale – Started last fall, these blokes are still going strong. Still figuring out what to do with the stuff. Cooked or raw?
Scarlet Runner Bean – Quasi decorative, I’m growing these vines, with bright orange flowers, on trellises in the Lorelei, for looks, but hopefully for beans too. So far, so pretty. Continue reading
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A Beverage with Attitude + Summer + Watermelon + Lime = ?
My son started a company called Kombucha Brooklyn (KBBK) that makes a fermented tea beverage called Kombucha. He and his wife are the CEO and CFO. You can learn more about the drink (which I love) and the company (which supports them and Rider) from their website. Here is an email he sent me last week. Continue reading
Smith, Jones, The Lorelei: A Midsummer Night’s Status Report – Part 2
A Midsummer Night’s Status Report – Part 1
I continue the roll call of how my gardens are doing.
Sunflowers – I planted a border of a one – two foot high variety on two sides of Smith. It is lush and full of promise. Some volunteers from last year are already blooming. Sometimes it pays to be a little careless with seeds.
Zinnias – What a disappointment! In past years, I’ve had a lovely patch of a dozen or more. This year: two! I made several plantings but virtually no germination. The two are in the Lorelei and will produce at least some flowers.
Cosmos and etc. – I scattered some various flower seeds in the center of Smith. Enough germinated that I think I’ll get a good display though now, they’re only about six inches tall and only green.
Marigolds – Still from seed I gathered from plants two falls ago, I have several dozen of these old friends in borders here and there. Some are blooming already. I depend on marigolds to add splashes of color. Continue reading
A Drink With Something In It
Ogden Nash
There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish that I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth —
I think that perhaps it’s the Gin.
There is something about an old-fashioned
That kindles a cardiac glow;
It is soothing and soft and impassioned
As a lyric by Swinburne or Poe.
There is something about an old-fashioned
When the dusk has enveloped the sky,
And it may be the ice,
Or the pineapple slice,
But I strongly suspect it’s the Rye. Continue reading
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Tagged gin, memorizing poems, Ogden Nash, poems, poetry, whiskey, whisky
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Smith, Jones, The Lorelei: A Midsummer Night’s Status Report
I like imagining my garden (or as is the case here in Alexandria, gardens) is a sort of empire and I need to keep track of the many, various, diverse plants and their situations. In that light, here is a partial list of plants I’ve grown or am growing this year with a word or two about how they’re doing.
Radishes – Beautiful to watch them grow, red globes peeking above the ground, they grew well then turned woody, equally fast. Wish I liked them.
Spinach – A decent crop but not quite as much as last year. Planted three times as much but got equal or less than last year. What I planted last fall did the best. Loved eating it for Saturday breakfast with eggs and bacon.
Chard – It appears as if something is eating it, but just nibbling. Maybe a deer? We’ve had a few messes so far.
Lettuce – Just finishing the last of it, a good long productive season. Wish I’d planted more; we never got tired of eating it. Odd-looking, green and red mottled Speckled Trout Romaine did well. Red leaf was very vigorous. Stumbled on a very nice curly green leaf variety that stayed tasty and didn’t bolt, until just about now, later June.
Garlic – Tops are starting to die back now but they grew extremely well. Hoping the cool, wet spring encouraged large bulbs, that the bottoms will be as glorious as the tops. Continue reading
Posted in Garden: A Love Story
Tagged beans, broccoli, corn, lettuce, midsummer, onions
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