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This week in the garden
Yesterday we had a mixed greens salad with our very own strawberries. I’d post photos, but it got eaten too quickly. We only had two plants last year, so this is the first time that they’ve produced enough fruit all at the same time for us to serve it, rather than just furtively scarf individual…
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Weird Veggies
I am firmly of the opinion that sustainable local eating requires more diversity in what is available locally. To that end, I am constantly experimenting with expanding the number of foods in my own backyard. I swear, one of these years I’m going to be successful with okra and melons. Today, however, the exotic food…
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My day’s work
I’ve been having some problems with my bee keeping. Last summer, I had a very significant swarm: which occurred just after a rain storm. In my hours-long quest to catch the swarm, or at very least figure out what was going on with the rest of the hive, I wound up staring down the barrel…
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Poem: Why
Why? Because I never want to have to admit That iPlayed while the Earth burned.
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My Luddite Ways
Let’s start with my first computer-action of the morning. I was uploading 35 MB of photos for another post… and I found myself thinking about my first summer job. I was hired for a summer to work at a nuclear plant, but, y’know, as a high school student, I didn’t really have any immediately relevant…
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Book review: Diabetes Rising
Diabetes Rising by Dan Hurley (Kaplan Publishing, January 2010) Let’s start this way: I picked this book up at random at the public library yesterday morning and finished it at 2 o’clock this afternoon, even though we had a ‘home sick’ day today. There might have been Backyardigans involved in the rapid read. I will…
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Climate Whining
Hey! For an interesting change of pace, it’s not about climate change. I’m just plain ol’ whining about my weather. I had to wear my winter coat yesterday on the 31st of May, while y’all were posting about your heat waves and beach trips, and I was a little chilly in the blustery wind. I…
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Poem: Headline
Headline (c. 2002) Through the slick-slack wipers, I see the transport ahead of me Fishtail. But what passes before my eyes Is not my life, but my Headline. And what does it say, this epitaph By which I will be known To the City of Toronto (if only for a day)? Scientist? Writer? Singer, lover…
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Poem : Forest Meditation
Partial perception, Mine, Hears a snake approach in a rustle of leaves and ! Startles The birch behind me Snakeless (like the rope) Laughing.
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Frugal by Habit
I got a really sweet love seat from Freecycle the other day, so I now have a nice looking sunroom for the bargain price of… oh, $6 of gas to run to town for the couch. Everything else was already in the room, but this was the key piece of furniture necessary to ‘anchor’ the…