Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, October 12, 2012

Pared down the garden to a dull roar...

I was nurturing a mini rain forest instead of a garden. Where the okra and eggplant used to be, there were strawberries and watermelon plants put in. I got discouraged and left them to fallow. Yesterday, I got a bit of a wind toward the outside. I pulled out lots of grass and took inventory. There are still 5 strawberry plants out there and several watermelon growing sweetly. They may or may not get to be ripened, but I have seen them grow and am content with that. One is about 8 or 10 inches in circumference, I am so glad to see them, doing what they are doing. My grape plants went to seed and I planted those seeds to see if anything will come of those also. I plan to wrap up the weeds and continue my paring until the rain forest has become a garden again. :)
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09