My marigolds have spider mites. Yes, my marigolds have spider mites. I am the worst gardener ever. (And the mites seem to be endemic to the apartment).
A local local-foodie blogger actually was harvesting tricale wheat last week. I feel i've been letting myself go, grow. It's probably been good for me, but i feel the need for focus and discipline...or so of cherries. I'm only making a crust across the top, a bisquick crust dabbed on -- not enough work room to really roll out pie crusts. But it's very yummy, so i won't be shamed by my shortcuts
I just came back in from the garden and the squash are taking over everything. They are running over my beans and beets and heading for the lettuce. The good news is there are many baby winter squash,...sad sights. My brother had his eye on a car somewhere but the owner would rather let it rot than sell it and let someone else restore it and make some money on it. People are pretty stupid that way
Happy Lammas, everyone! The weather has finally cooled back down to normal (thank all the gods that ever were) so I am baking bread. Alas, I have to go to work today, so it's just a quick bread - no yeast...balm for tea all winter, at this rate. My chamomile just doesn't seem to want to grow, though. Alas. Next year, I'll have to try starting that with seedlings, rather than growing it from seed myself
I will post a vacation update soon... This, WWOOF.org however, is what I am considering for a vacation in the near future. To bring the family or not to bring the family is the question. I'm also going to arrange for a home exchange with a family in southern England, so we can more easily access the continent and visit France. SUPER inspired.
The Green Mountain DNA conference went very well. The speakers were all quite interesting, which isn't always garenteed since some scientists just aren't good speakers no matter how interesting the subject...a bit feistier then our first mama hen. Also, Neil's already spotted one of the babies riding on mama's back, so I'll go back to stalking chickens with a camera in hopes of catching one in the act!
No, not that kind of toy, you spawn of The One Who Spawns. Which reminds me, coincidentally, of a funny story about a creepy roommate (whom I shall refer to as "the CR" ) who skipped town in a very great... Of course I took pictures. She was screamingly funny. There was also a new young lesbian commentatrix for that station, but I cannot for the life of me remember her name. Very cute plucky butch gel
I'm obsessing again. Just when I think I've got my bad trolling habits under control, I start going back, again and again.... Got to go garden, got to go garden. I did haul in (and was almost hauled...been so quiet, on Facebook and all. But now she's spouting off again, and I feel compelled to comment, if only to myself. lol. I think she's just jealous of Sushi and wants those handicapped plates
