Sunday, September 29, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
september garden greenies
the garden was beautiful this morning. lots of interesting greenies popping up here and there. when i planted i just tossed a mix of seeds out and let them do their thing so it's a bit of an adventure every time i go out there.
the yardlongs are climbing up with the snow peas now and are starting to blossom---hoping to get a few beans before the weather cools too much.
don't know what kind of moth this is but the color and pattern on the wings is amazing...
the bush beans are starting to produce
got a good mix of greens going
i sowed clover in all the beds to help hold water in and fix nitrogen in the soil. when it starts getting too heavy i thin it out while i'm picking greens for the kitchen. we get a nice variety of greens, herbs, peas and beans...
and the chickens get the clover and weeds
the yardlongs are climbing up with the snow peas now and are starting to blossom---hoping to get a few beans before the weather cools too much.
don't know what kind of moth this is but the color and pattern on the wings is amazing...
the bush beans are starting to produce
got a good mix of greens going
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| pac choi |
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| mizuna |
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| basil and carrots |
and the chickens get the clover and weeds
Monday, September 16, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
burning
the west is on fire
through ashen haze,
amber light intensifies late-summer's melancholy for fall,
suffuses yellow grass and rusty road-cut
buckeyes,
long ago surrendered to heat,
dessicated copper leaves cling to bony branches
hot, heavy air,
infused,
with resinous musk,
oak bark,
salty skin
flames rage somewhere,
distant
somewhere within
first moth,
then candle
burning bright
united in love's eternal fire
mountains offer themselves to ravage,
and are reborn
through ashen haze,
amber light intensifies late-summer's melancholy for fall,
suffuses yellow grass and rusty road-cut
buckeyes,
long ago surrendered to heat,
dessicated copper leaves cling to bony branches
hot, heavy air,
infused,
with resinous musk,
oak bark,
salty skin
flames rage somewhere,
distant
somewhere within
first moth,
then candle
burning bright
united in love's eternal fire
mountains offer themselves to ravage,
and are reborn
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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