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hydroponics store

We went to a hydroponics store on Monday.  It was a good field trip.  I brought a clipboard and pen to write down info and prices.  Just in case. But it was not how I expected.  I didn’t write down anything, but I did take three informative handouts.  Mostly the hydroponics store seemed for professionals,… Read More »

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the Disillusionment of Nine O’Clock

  I have these two orange sharpies–one is neon orange, and one is pumpkin orange, but their caps are almost the exact same color.  Wtf! I don’t like to be overly weird about spelling, word forms, or grammar, but it bothers me when people confuse breath and breathe. If my desk was a sculpture art… Read More »

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bird watching

Today I went to the garden to do some gardening, and there was a hawk by the first pond, eating something. I gave it some space. An hour later when I walked by that pond again, it was still there eating, or maybe it was eating something new.

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exhaustion II

Today P and I finished the Shiva mound for real. I made a commitment to come water every other day for two weeks, in hopes that will get our transplants through their vulnerable time. P showed me how to work the sprinkler, and we pulled some privets. Then we helped J muck out a quantity… Read More »

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exhaustion

I’m so tired from gardening today that I can barely stay awake. My back aches from the shovel. When I close my eyes, I see dirt. I dug twice as many holes as the other days. I had a lot of energy, for some reason. But now it’s gone. Soon I’ll go to choir practice… Read More »

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winter in the garden

Today I dug lots of holes for more transplanting. It’s fun to work with P because we talk while we work. Also, it’s just a nice time of year in the garden: quiet, not hot, no mosquitoes. Just peaceful feelings in the afternoon light. I listen to roosters crowing in the distance, and squirrels scamper… Read More »