Brisk chill wind gusts South
across the long shallow lake:
cover fruiting crops?
Category: Gardening
“Cut It Shorter”
Gonna cut this session short: the veggie Sanford Saturday Magnolia Square Farmers’ (mostly misnomer but some true outta-the-local-fields) Market looked fine coming in and I need ‘nuther cuke for today’s salad…snow peas demand, donchaknow, and the $1 grow-yer-own herbs guy has a few nice bittids I can substitue beer-cash for and just remembered Univ.ofFlorida-plays-Vanderbilt in men’s basketball at noon…a religious obligation of some merit.
On a less nice note – though I continue to celebrate the un-kneeling of Colin Kaepernick(sp?) of the unlamented SanFranFoolish 51ers (earned for going two more paces out-of-bounds- but I digress and so will no more now). I sunday celebrate the two conference championship National Football League games by watching and imbibing and ingesting – specially made Jaimica tea with fresh-squoze tangelo juice with a smidge of equally fresh-squoze key lime juice and a dollop of rum to give any surviving bugs a headache at least before beginning low unholy weeks leading up to the slooperbowl (sans flush handle). The World’s Longest-Lasting PreGame party. Will not make my livingroom-famous pinto-n-blackbean (many amends!) dip nor my Florida avocado dip to further deplete the world’s supply of freshly-ovenfried tortilla strips to go with the usual pigskin communion accomplices beer and popcorn…the latter known as man’s most bestest means of delivering butter to the body., at least until just before kickoff that last time for a year. Ya’ll enjoy, now!
“Amends*”
First I have to make
a hatchet, find a shovel.
Oh, where to bury?
*(A complete mystery to me: first penned June 22, 2015, pre-WordPress. I suspect it was a broken big topmost branch on a prized (by my Sister-in-Law Jeanne) variegated single AND double-blooming red hibiscus. Both ends had splintered when broken off by a falling Queen Palm frond during an evening windstorm. I hauled out the 14-foot stepladder and bow-sawed the in-ground half flush to minimize infection, and, because I am lazy and forgot where I hid the tomahawk, I finally find the big single-blade axe and truncated on an angle the free-floating half. With some rooting compound and homemade potting soil and a 25-gallon empty, pebble-filled-bottom plastic pot I soon had the new two-foot tall hibiscus transplant attempt completed, blue-watered and moved into the shade. Now it resides at Jeanne’s home out East of Sanford so I do not have to watch her eyes mist over each time she stops by. Something about not willing to leave her hands in any dirt that doesn’t pay out big bucks long enough to get green. I wrote this as a mystery play because the hatchet-angle was too appealing so not to do. I found the tomahawk, complete with a modern nail-puller ensconced near the shaft on the underside of the head, whose reverse is a hammer. Such modernity. It throws good, though.”
“Give Them All A Good Soak” Tanka 353
Soak the garden well,
forget not the containers
and, yes, the hangers!
But most of all, good soak,
recall where you put the beers!
“Give Them All A Good Soak!”
Soak the garden well,
forget not the containers
and, yes, the hangers!
“The Temperatures Near”
High Thirties out West
give greens a bit o’ sweet taste:
‘Root’ for long Blue Jeans
“Enough! Go! Read!” Tanka 348
dishes and dinner
keep calling – book says to me
don’t answer that call
i hung the wash-n-dry tees
set wild garlic and onions
“Breaking Cloud Cover”
cloud cover just breaks
my greens, late okra sunbathe
i sit in the shade
“Found: Lost Sweet Potatoes!”
Sweet Potato find:
refugees from last year dug
to serve as Spring seed!
“Salad of Kales*”
Baby kales salad
with raw radish tips-n-leaves,
onion and kohlrabi!
(*The ‘Salad of Kales” Tanka #346 completes the menu including vinaigrette…add tangerine juice and jaimica (hibiscus) tea with a couple of rehydrated hibiscus flowers for texture to the honey-mustard basic vinaigrette. Gussy as you please. The baby kales included regular, Russian, Siberian, Dinosaur and, of course, the odd kohlrabi leaves as well…still no Romaine or Iceberg or butter ready…and so I suffer. Mightily. Come, haul me out of this self-appointed briar patch, please, good sir or madam! Pretty Please…NOT! Hmmm. Wonder if lardon or bacon logs would add…pues, como no?)
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