NPR, leftist radio in the US paid for by the US taxpayer, ran a story yesterday featuring Joe Biden discussing the US withdrawal from Iraq. It drove me into a fever. I quickly accessed the NPR website, had to register, then frantically typed in my response to Biden's remarks. My input was not published because I guess it was not civil. Any criticism of O'Bama and his fellow travelers is considered incivil. Here is the truth I learned from everyday Iraqis: Joe Biden is an idiot. He is widely held in disrepute by Iraqis. He is bright bulb who proposed that we divide Iraq into three separate countries, thus guaranteeing civil war in the region well into the foreseeable future. The man did not learn a thing after thirty years of serving on the Senate's Foreign Relations Committee. Poor ol' Joe is evidence that once stupid, always stupid.
Of course, I decided at the same time not to send NPR any more money. The system has biases to which they are completely blind. If Hilary Clinton ever left the national scene, NPR would collapse. Sad commentary. But, you can always read a person by whom he/she holds in esteem. Here is a woman who sleeps with Bill Clinton. Naturally, she is qualified to be Secretary of State. Only on NPR.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
The Old Goat
Wednesday I had to drive down to Columbus for a meeting. Yeah, a meeting. I actually got a job and now have to be places at precise times and take regular showers and shave. I'll write about my job later but right now I have something else on my mind. Wednesday was cloudy and rainy. I left early. The Old Goat, up early as usual, went to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things. When he got back to his house, he lost his balance while carrying in his treasures, fell onto the rock driveway, and was unable to get up. He laid there for a quarter of an hour when, fortunately, Tinker and Squeeze drove up to visit. They found The Old Goat sprawled out on the driveway, a little bruised, and a bit dazed. Scared the holy spit out of them. When I arrived home that evening, I got the low-down from Tinker. I talked to The Old Goat. He dismissed it as nothing. I thought about it at length and realizing that since I am now a working stiff there would be many times when The Old Goat would be here without me nearby. We went to dinner as usual at the catfish place on Thursday night. While fine dining, I just let it blurt out. "Dad, it is time for you to move to assisted living." That went over real well. On Friday morning, I met with the lady that runs the assisted living in Roanoke, toured the facility, met the other staff members and several of the residents. I walked away from that meeting feeling positive. I talked to The Old Goat and he thought I had lost my mind. Yet, he agreed that he would have dinner at the assisted living facility tonight (Friday) instead of going out for our usual Hamburger Night. The food was delicious. The residents welcomed The Old Goat as if he were a nice guy. He toured the place. I think he liked it. On Monday I am meeting with the director again. This time our discussion is about payments and move in dates. These last 48 hours have been stomach-churning. Putting my Dad into an assisted living facility is something I knew was coming. Just, it come faster than I thought. Tinker is absolving himself from any responsibility for the decision. I guess that is the reason I come home afterall. If I thought Dad would be better off continuing to live out here in the country, I would not have done the things I've done in the last couple of days. But, I think I have acted in his best interest. The country can be lonely. And, he is lonely. He misses the Blessed Rebecca terribly. He only interacts with me or Tinker. Even his dog spends most of her time at my house. Television is fine but it is not a friend. The assited living place gives him the chance to interact, to engage. I think he welcomes the opportunity but, of course, he will not admit, yet. I think in time he will. Or, at least, I hope he does.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
No more politics, OK?
OK, enough of politics. Every time I mention anything about O’Bama, I get a ration from former friends about my wrong-headedness. OK, enough of politics. I won’t mention another thing about the community organizer who now is the chief executive of the national government.
Rather, I am going to talk about gardening. Fall and Winter are the times to talk about gardening. Larry, my neighbor, came up today and used his garden tiller attachment to his tractor to run over my gardens for next spring. What I will do now is plant a cover crop that will add some nitrogen to the soil until it goes under the plow next March. I have no less than ten gardens: the Kitchen Garden, the Herb Circle, the Flower Square, the Berry Run, the Strawberry Field, the Spud Ditch, the Squash Plot, the Melon Patch, the Asparagus Bed, and the Corn Bottom. All total, I have over an acre under cultivation.
God, I love this stuff. Growing stuff. Nurturing plants that produce all sorts of fruits. The temps dropped below freezing for a couple of nights. I had no choice but to yank up the tomatoes and the peppers and the eggplants. Thing about the peppers is that there were a number of peppers left on the plants. And, they were good despite the frost. So, I picked them and now am trying to figure out what to do with them. I do have a greenhouse in which I have lettuces and tomatoes. When I was a kid, I took baths in that wash-house that is now the greenhouse.
Looks like I might end up with a job with the Alabama Sustainable Agriculture Network (ASAN). Imagine, somebody is willing to give me a job? If it works out, I will be the Executive Director of the organization. Again, imagine that?
Rather, I am going to talk about gardening. Fall and Winter are the times to talk about gardening. Larry, my neighbor, came up today and used his garden tiller attachment to his tractor to run over my gardens for next spring. What I will do now is plant a cover crop that will add some nitrogen to the soil until it goes under the plow next March. I have no less than ten gardens: the Kitchen Garden, the Herb Circle, the Flower Square, the Berry Run, the Strawberry Field, the Spud Ditch, the Squash Plot, the Melon Patch, the Asparagus Bed, and the Corn Bottom. All total, I have over an acre under cultivation.
God, I love this stuff. Growing stuff. Nurturing plants that produce all sorts of fruits. The temps dropped below freezing for a couple of nights. I had no choice but to yank up the tomatoes and the peppers and the eggplants. Thing about the peppers is that there were a number of peppers left on the plants. And, they were good despite the frost. So, I picked them and now am trying to figure out what to do with them. I do have a greenhouse in which I have lettuces and tomatoes. When I was a kid, I took baths in that wash-house that is now the greenhouse.
Looks like I might end up with a job with the Alabama Sustainable Agriculture Network (ASAN). Imagine, somebody is willing to give me a job? If it works out, I will be the Executive Director of the organization. Again, imagine that?
Monday, October 31, 2011
Keeping the Election in Perspective
Interesting day. Herman Cain is the subject of sexual harassment charges. So what. That is what I say. So what. The Hermanator and Clarance Thomas together don’t make an afternoon of Bill Clinton. Case closed. Jesus, give me a break. I feel sorry for Politico who I suspect wants to be taken seriously in the future. They can just about forget it. Pathetic.
Meanwhile, O’Bama is trying to buy off the student vote with relaxed repayment plans for federal loans. Hey, anybody notice that the unemployment rate is over 9%? Who gives a whack about student loans when so many people don’t have jobs? Mark your calendar, it is the 31st of October and I am predicting that O’Bama gets his ass kicked in the November 2012 election. He is this generation’s Jimmy Carter.
Of course, leave it to the Republicans to spoil a great prediction. No party in American history has demonstrated the ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory like the Republicans. In 2008, how could you not defeat a mediocre state senator from Illinois who didn’t (and doesn’t) know his ass from a hole in the ground? Well, the Republicans figured out a way to lose that election. What a bunch of dumb asses. They are responsible for O’Bama. And, left to their own devices, they could very well do it again in 2012.
I have studied politics all of my adult life. There has not been a point in my life when I have been as cynical of the American political system. It is so thoroughly bankrupt. I am not sure it is capable of cleansing itself. O’Bama is the end of the line. If we actually get worse than this, there is absolutely no hope.
Don’t for a moment think that I am advocating for a Republican president. The Republicans are just as worthless as the Democrats. An election in the US today is a genuine choice between two evils. Both are awful. Maybe it is time we suspend government for a while. Surely it could not be worse than what we currently endure? Think of it, a break from presidents and congresses. No crises to endure. Of course, the cable news channels will go out of business. Without the foolishness of the government, there would be little to report. The state governments can continue because they actually provide a few services. Not many, though. It used to be that the states funded agricultural extension services. Now it is a figment of your imagination. The county agent in my county is a beef agent. She doesn’t have a clue about vegetables and could not care less. If she went away for a while, I would not be adversely affected. I never see the sheriff and have chronicled here how ineffectual law enforcement has been regarding transgressions on my land. So, if the sheriff went away for a while, I doubt if I would notice. Especially since I have loaded 30-06 standing by. It may be the appropriate time for government to just go away for awhile. Enough of your non-sense, enough of your ego-centric posturing, enough of your election-year charades. The gig is simply up. You sons of bitches are out.
Time for a new boss. (Same as the old boss…we won’t get fooled again, yeah, right.). While I am in favor of democracy, I share James Madison’s fear of it. Democracy destroys itself. “Hence it is that such democracies have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and, have in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths.” [Federalist 10] We Americans have been a great experiment. It just hasn’t worked out. Our greed and our laziness got in the way. We grew tired of keeping a sharp eye on our politicians. We let the bastards get away with murder. And they have. That is how I explain O’Bama. No rational nation would elect such an amateur to its highest office. An indifferent nation would.
Bottom line: we are screwed. Regardless of how 2012 turns out.
Meanwhile, O’Bama is trying to buy off the student vote with relaxed repayment plans for federal loans. Hey, anybody notice that the unemployment rate is over 9%? Who gives a whack about student loans when so many people don’t have jobs? Mark your calendar, it is the 31st of October and I am predicting that O’Bama gets his ass kicked in the November 2012 election. He is this generation’s Jimmy Carter.
Of course, leave it to the Republicans to spoil a great prediction. No party in American history has demonstrated the ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory like the Republicans. In 2008, how could you not defeat a mediocre state senator from Illinois who didn’t (and doesn’t) know his ass from a hole in the ground? Well, the Republicans figured out a way to lose that election. What a bunch of dumb asses. They are responsible for O’Bama. And, left to their own devices, they could very well do it again in 2012.
I have studied politics all of my adult life. There has not been a point in my life when I have been as cynical of the American political system. It is so thoroughly bankrupt. I am not sure it is capable of cleansing itself. O’Bama is the end of the line. If we actually get worse than this, there is absolutely no hope.
Don’t for a moment think that I am advocating for a Republican president. The Republicans are just as worthless as the Democrats. An election in the US today is a genuine choice between two evils. Both are awful. Maybe it is time we suspend government for a while. Surely it could not be worse than what we currently endure? Think of it, a break from presidents and congresses. No crises to endure. Of course, the cable news channels will go out of business. Without the foolishness of the government, there would be little to report. The state governments can continue because they actually provide a few services. Not many, though. It used to be that the states funded agricultural extension services. Now it is a figment of your imagination. The county agent in my county is a beef agent. She doesn’t have a clue about vegetables and could not care less. If she went away for a while, I would not be adversely affected. I never see the sheriff and have chronicled here how ineffectual law enforcement has been regarding transgressions on my land. So, if the sheriff went away for a while, I doubt if I would notice. Especially since I have loaded 30-06 standing by. It may be the appropriate time for government to just go away for awhile. Enough of your non-sense, enough of your ego-centric posturing, enough of your election-year charades. The gig is simply up. You sons of bitches are out.
Time for a new boss. (Same as the old boss…we won’t get fooled again, yeah, right.). While I am in favor of democracy, I share James Madison’s fear of it. Democracy destroys itself. “Hence it is that such democracies have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and, have in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths.” [Federalist 10] We Americans have been a great experiment. It just hasn’t worked out. Our greed and our laziness got in the way. We grew tired of keeping a sharp eye on our politicians. We let the bastards get away with murder. And they have. That is how I explain O’Bama. No rational nation would elect such an amateur to its highest office. An indifferent nation would.
Bottom line: we are screwed. Regardless of how 2012 turns out.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
On the Environment
I am not in the bag for human-induced global warming. That claim is man-made hubris. Worse are the public policy implications for subscribing to the remedies proposed to save us from global disaster. Scratch a devout environmentalist and you will find a stink-eye socialist. That does not mean, however, that I reject climate change. Nor does it mean that I reject respect for Nature or relieve individuals from genuine stewardship responsibilities. The planet will survive us but there is no reason to trash it while we are renting the premises. I am sure that the Earth’s climate is changing, just as it has changed for eons.
What has happened to my lake over the course of the year has shocked me. Instead of receiving our normal 60 inches of rain this year, East Alabama received about 30. As a result, my lake is about five feet low. It has taken on a bizarre shape as it literally dries up before my eyes. I know that the fate of a micro lake in the Deep South is minor in relation to the larger questions of drought throughout the South and especially in Texas but it worries me. The stream that once fed the lake has quit running. My neighbor, Mr. Jimmy, thinks that the water table has dropped because of all the new folks punching the aquifer to obtain water to drink, water livestock, fill pools, and wash trucks. One of my plans is to put a pump off the dock and run water up to an elevated storage tank near the gardens. If we fail to get monsoon rains this winter, I can forget that idea. The moment I run that line, though, I am admitting a fundamental climate shift – my grandparents never considered running a water supply line from the lake to the garden. An organic farmer friend of mine told me that if I was serious about growing produce for market I had no choice but to irrigate. Remember, Alabama’s average annual rainfall is about 60 inches. Something is out of whack.
Then, as I was thinking about the lake drying up, I opened an email from a gardening group of which I am a member. I am linking you to the information I found. Check this out: www.arborday.org/media/mapchanges.cfm. It shows that the frost dates are dramatically different than they were just two decades ago. If the trend continues, I will be able to grow tomatoes outdoors year-round. Now that is some kind of climate change.
Every time I start getting serious about environmental degradation, I listen more carefully to weather report. Every event, tornado, flood, heat, cold, snow, ice is always report as the worst or most or highest or lowest SINCE sometime in the recorded past when the environment was rebelling more intensely than now. Worst weather SINCE …
I am torn on the extent to which modern living costs the environment. Since I believe all change begins with me, I removed all of the air conditioners from the house because they gobble energy. I use low wattage bulbs. I cook on the grill as often as possible. I use as little hot water as hygienically acceptable. I wear more clothes in winter and fewer clothes in the summer. The redo of the house is focused on energy conservation, from extended eves to beefed up insulation. Not surprisingly, I enthusiastically support locally produced and organically grown food. I produce them myself. So, I send in my dues to the Sierra Club every year even though I ignore every suggestion it offers on candidates and “calls to action”. I like the Club but don’t want them running the country.
I put most of my hope in the theory that Nature is indifferent to us. It is what it is. Inexorable. The Universe is ruled by the laws of physics, chemistry, and biology, perhaps some mathematics. The stars and planets are still exploding and that rate of outward movement is accelerating. Who knows where that will lead?. What we do on this little jewel of a planet is meaningless in the cosmic scheme of things. It does, however, matter to us right now. For that reason, we should behave ourselves and respect Nature. Walk gently on the Earth. Enjoy her incredible beauty. Celebrate her bounty. Marvel at her mysteries.
What has happened to my lake over the course of the year has shocked me. Instead of receiving our normal 60 inches of rain this year, East Alabama received about 30. As a result, my lake is about five feet low. It has taken on a bizarre shape as it literally dries up before my eyes. I know that the fate of a micro lake in the Deep South is minor in relation to the larger questions of drought throughout the South and especially in Texas but it worries me. The stream that once fed the lake has quit running. My neighbor, Mr. Jimmy, thinks that the water table has dropped because of all the new folks punching the aquifer to obtain water to drink, water livestock, fill pools, and wash trucks. One of my plans is to put a pump off the dock and run water up to an elevated storage tank near the gardens. If we fail to get monsoon rains this winter, I can forget that idea. The moment I run that line, though, I am admitting a fundamental climate shift – my grandparents never considered running a water supply line from the lake to the garden. An organic farmer friend of mine told me that if I was serious about growing produce for market I had no choice but to irrigate. Remember, Alabama’s average annual rainfall is about 60 inches. Something is out of whack.
Then, as I was thinking about the lake drying up, I opened an email from a gardening group of which I am a member. I am linking you to the information I found. Check this out: www.arborday.org/media/mapchanges.cfm. It shows that the frost dates are dramatically different than they were just two decades ago. If the trend continues, I will be able to grow tomatoes outdoors year-round. Now that is some kind of climate change.
Every time I start getting serious about environmental degradation, I listen more carefully to weather report. Every event, tornado, flood, heat, cold, snow, ice is always report as the worst or most or highest or lowest SINCE sometime in the recorded past when the environment was rebelling more intensely than now. Worst weather SINCE …
I am torn on the extent to which modern living costs the environment. Since I believe all change begins with me, I removed all of the air conditioners from the house because they gobble energy. I use low wattage bulbs. I cook on the grill as often as possible. I use as little hot water as hygienically acceptable. I wear more clothes in winter and fewer clothes in the summer. The redo of the house is focused on energy conservation, from extended eves to beefed up insulation. Not surprisingly, I enthusiastically support locally produced and organically grown food. I produce them myself. So, I send in my dues to the Sierra Club every year even though I ignore every suggestion it offers on candidates and “calls to action”. I like the Club but don’t want them running the country.
I put most of my hope in the theory that Nature is indifferent to us. It is what it is. Inexorable. The Universe is ruled by the laws of physics, chemistry, and biology, perhaps some mathematics. The stars and planets are still exploding and that rate of outward movement is accelerating. Who knows where that will lead?. What we do on this little jewel of a planet is meaningless in the cosmic scheme of things. It does, however, matter to us right now. For that reason, we should behave ourselves and respect Nature. Walk gently on the Earth. Enjoy her incredible beauty. Celebrate her bounty. Marvel at her mysteries.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Friday Stew
Several things are on my mind this evening. Hope you don’t mind me bouncing around a bit.
First, El Presidente
Leave it to O’Bama to smoke Muammar Gaddafi. Go figure. First it was Osama bin Laden, now Gaddafi. If I were Bashra al Assad, I would keep my movements secret, at least from the American president. Mr. O’Bama has shown a keen taste for knocking off rogue heads of state, and their lieutenants. Remember just a few days ago, O’Bama pulled the trigger on Anwar al-Awlaki who was an American citizen. That raised all sorts of questions about a citizen’s civil liberties and rights. Nevertheless, the President steeled his resolve and ordered the hit. You can’t but wonder if O’Bama is doing it because of electoral politics or some sense of historic mission or because he is psychologically trapped – forced to use the power possessed by the Commander-in-Chief while all the time despising the mission of the military. Regardless, I applaud the President. Doesn’t change my mind about his unworthiness for the job but I do admire him for acting with firmness regarding terrorists.
[Some of you may be offended by my use of O’Bama for the President. Accept my half-hearted apology in advance. My use of the fraudulent name honors his lack of qualifications for the office.]
Second, The Winter Garden
A good variety of vegetables are booming in the garden, despite the cooler temperatures. I’ve never grown rutabaga but it seems to like where it is. I had to thin it by pulling up hands full of it. The collards look great. The cabbage is beginning to spin. The broccoli, English peas, spinach, beets, and turnips all are doing well. But, the best thing I am currently doing is growing Romaine and leaf lettuce in the greenhouse. What a treat to have a place to sprout and grow stuff. Just for the fun of it, I sprouted three dozen tomato plants, all heirlooms. I am learning how to use a greenhouse so these are my test cases.
I spent the last couple of days plowing the new garden spots. My plan is to break up the soil only enough to kill the grass then plant winter wheat as a cover crop. I’ll come back next spring and plow the wheat under then plant. There are actually three new garden spots. The biggest is the Melon Field, 36 x 130, designed for watermelons, cantaloupes, honeydews, squashes (writ large, meaning all sorts of squashes, including pumpkins), cabbages and okra. The existing kitchen garden will feature mostly beans, peas, onion, eggplants and peppers. In addition to the Melon Field, there is the Flower Garden, 36 x 36, because I really, really like cut flowers in the house. I also am making a specific bed for spuds. From February to May, Irish potatoes will be featured with sweet potatoes going in the ground in May and coming out in October. All in all, the additional growing space is exciting. It even raising the possibility that I might evolve into a regular capitalist if I can ever reconcile myself to sell food.
And, finally, Good-bye Iraq
I spent two years in Iraq. I am proud of that service. I made many friends there and think I advanced America’s best foot forward to the Iraqis. The President announced today that all American troops will exit Iraq by year’s end. The only American presence in the country will be the Embassy in Baghdad. That is most unfortunate. The Embassy is as dysfunctional as any too-big-to-get-it bureaucracy. Did you know that the Embassy in Baghdad is the largest US embassy in the world? It is bigger than the embassies in China, Germany, France, even England. The Embassy saw Iraq only in terms of Baghdad. It is out in the country that the vitality of Iraq is real and palpable. I pray for Iraq daily, the people I know specifically and the society in general. I have deep fears of Iranian interference. The governance is fragile but I trust a genuine desire for democracy and freedom. It is too soon to write the history of the Iraqi adventure. I am confident that decades from now, Iraqis will describe the Americans in terms far kinder than the language in use today.
First, El Presidente
Leave it to O’Bama to smoke Muammar Gaddafi. Go figure. First it was Osama bin Laden, now Gaddafi. If I were Bashra al Assad, I would keep my movements secret, at least from the American president. Mr. O’Bama has shown a keen taste for knocking off rogue heads of state, and their lieutenants. Remember just a few days ago, O’Bama pulled the trigger on Anwar al-Awlaki who was an American citizen. That raised all sorts of questions about a citizen’s civil liberties and rights. Nevertheless, the President steeled his resolve and ordered the hit. You can’t but wonder if O’Bama is doing it because of electoral politics or some sense of historic mission or because he is psychologically trapped – forced to use the power possessed by the Commander-in-Chief while all the time despising the mission of the military. Regardless, I applaud the President. Doesn’t change my mind about his unworthiness for the job but I do admire him for acting with firmness regarding terrorists.
[Some of you may be offended by my use of O’Bama for the President. Accept my half-hearted apology in advance. My use of the fraudulent name honors his lack of qualifications for the office.]
Second, The Winter Garden
A good variety of vegetables are booming in the garden, despite the cooler temperatures. I’ve never grown rutabaga but it seems to like where it is. I had to thin it by pulling up hands full of it. The collards look great. The cabbage is beginning to spin. The broccoli, English peas, spinach, beets, and turnips all are doing well. But, the best thing I am currently doing is growing Romaine and leaf lettuce in the greenhouse. What a treat to have a place to sprout and grow stuff. Just for the fun of it, I sprouted three dozen tomato plants, all heirlooms. I am learning how to use a greenhouse so these are my test cases.
I spent the last couple of days plowing the new garden spots. My plan is to break up the soil only enough to kill the grass then plant winter wheat as a cover crop. I’ll come back next spring and plow the wheat under then plant. There are actually three new garden spots. The biggest is the Melon Field, 36 x 130, designed for watermelons, cantaloupes, honeydews, squashes (writ large, meaning all sorts of squashes, including pumpkins), cabbages and okra. The existing kitchen garden will feature mostly beans, peas, onion, eggplants and peppers. In addition to the Melon Field, there is the Flower Garden, 36 x 36, because I really, really like cut flowers in the house. I also am making a specific bed for spuds. From February to May, Irish potatoes will be featured with sweet potatoes going in the ground in May and coming out in October. All in all, the additional growing space is exciting. It even raising the possibility that I might evolve into a regular capitalist if I can ever reconcile myself to sell food.
And, finally, Good-bye Iraq
I spent two years in Iraq. I am proud of that service. I made many friends there and think I advanced America’s best foot forward to the Iraqis. The President announced today that all American troops will exit Iraq by year’s end. The only American presence in the country will be the Embassy in Baghdad. That is most unfortunate. The Embassy is as dysfunctional as any too-big-to-get-it bureaucracy. Did you know that the Embassy in Baghdad is the largest US embassy in the world? It is bigger than the embassies in China, Germany, France, even England. The Embassy saw Iraq only in terms of Baghdad. It is out in the country that the vitality of Iraq is real and palpable. I pray for Iraq daily, the people I know specifically and the society in general. I have deep fears of Iranian interference. The governance is fragile but I trust a genuine desire for democracy and freedom. It is too soon to write the history of the Iraqi adventure. I am confident that decades from now, Iraqis will describe the Americans in terms far kinder than the language in use today.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Farm Photos
I took some photos around the place today about stuff I have discussed recently here.
There is a picture of the new cat. She is a cute little thing and is quickly assuming dominance over the house.
There is a picture of the new chicks. They look like a bunch of adolescents now but, trust me, they were balls of fur a week ago. The red tint of the photo is from the heat lamp under which they live. It will remain a part of their world for another month or so. I can see them developing some character. I know they eat like crazy and make a mess of their water.
The last photo is the newly created greenhouse. There are two types of lettuce growing in pots – romaine and leaf, sometimes called red, lettuce, three fig tree sprouts that I have been nursing along, and some marigolds, daisies, and some wild flowers I have grown from seeds, plus a tray of tomato plants that I sprouted from seeds. My next project is to install a heating source to protect the plants from the occasional cold weather that intrudes on our paradise here.
There is a picture of the new cat. She is a cute little thing and is quickly assuming dominance over the house.
There is a picture of the new chicks. They look like a bunch of adolescents now but, trust me, they were balls of fur a week ago. The red tint of the photo is from the heat lamp under which they live. It will remain a part of their world for another month or so. I can see them developing some character. I know they eat like crazy and make a mess of their water.
The last photo is the newly created greenhouse. There are two types of lettuce growing in pots – romaine and leaf, sometimes called red, lettuce, three fig tree sprouts that I have been nursing along, and some marigolds, daisies, and some wild flowers I have grown from seeds, plus a tray of tomato plants that I sprouted from seeds. My next project is to install a heating source to protect the plants from the occasional cold weather that intrudes on our paradise here.
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