Who loves a gardenFinds within his soulLife’s whole;He hears the anthem of the soilWhile ingrates toil;And sees beyond his little sphereThe waving fronds of heaven, clear.– Louise Seymour Jones from The Best Loved Poems of the American People. Hazel Felleman, ed. Garden City Books, Garden City, New York. 1936.
https://www.wtva.com/content/news/Driver-not-injured-after-Tupelo-traffic-accident–510217001.html Sorry. Can’t get it to embed but it’s worth 1:13.
I understand that most of y’all don’t live in The South, and may not fully appreciate why– when the lights go out on a perfectly clear day such as this– I speculate that Bubba musta run up a pole. Ta. Da. Amanda reports that both drivers involved are okay (Bubba got cut off by another
Took the dogs to the Hidden Pasture today. Passed by Bonnie & Clyde’s on the way down. They’d come out for their morning stroll by the time we returned. 8:49. 79°. Going to be a hot one today.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,I’m half crazy all for the love of you.It won’t be a stylish marriage,I can’t afford a carriage,But you’d look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle made for two. Read more: Henry Dacre – Daisy, Daisy [bicycle Built For Two] Lyrics | MetroLyrics
SueK sends along a link to several videos of Sheep Dog Trials. Sheep dog trials are contests between man/dog teams required to move a small group of sheep (usually 5 I think) around and through a specified course. The course usually consists of gates and barriers, and are set so that they aren’t straight, but
it did not rain yesterday afternoon. Carry on.
I don’t think it’s going to rain here. The pressure is 1012hPa and rising. (48 hour low (1009) was yesterday at about 6pm.) We got 0.17″ rain over night. The wind speeds now are averaging 7mph with gusts up to 14. I’m not seeing how it gets here. I can promise you that if we
via AoSHQ Sunday Morning Book Thread; Check out the photo of the mirrored library, as well. There’s a 12 volume collection of books for children with My Book House as part of the title: They are beautiful books. Images from Archive.org where you can borrow the books for 14 days. This is interesting– and disconcerting.
Workshop Garden 24 peppers 18 tomatoes 7 eggplants (Not to mention the 12 sweet potatoes I planted the other day.) I hear Mr. Cotton Farmer down there with his tractor. Perfect timing! Didn’t hear anyone shooting today. Guess we were all too busy planting.
I’m pleased to report that arrived back at Farther Along Farm without incident. Not that there weren’t plenty of incidents, but none kept us from arriving home safely. We left in good time. Saw the big digger at the edge of the cotton field as soon as we turned onto the road. As we approached,
The week in Pictures. Powerlineblog.com
Thackeray’s “On a Joke I Once Heard”
I did not ask to be a shepherd. And I think I’ve done a remarkable job as a Shepard. But damn. Those sheep are stupid. They gobble feed from my hands. I can pet then. I tried this evening to rope Clyde in by pulling on his ears. He did not take kindly to my
“Hey Missy!” Marica called out. “Misssyyyy!” “Yes, yes, Marica. What is it?” Missy asked as she ran into the den. “You’ll never believe this! You just won’t,” Marica said excitedly. “Ruff?” Rocky asked as he, too, trotted up to Marica’s desk. “What’s got you so excited, Marica?” Missy asked as she slid down on the
I was about to say he was out of the picture, but nothing could be further from the truth. And my how they’ve grown! Not babies any more! I feel sorry for folks who don’t have a pond with geese to drive past on their way to town.
The growth or movement of a fixed organism toward or away from light. In plants, phototropism is a response to blue wavelengths of light and is caused by a redistribution of auxin from the illuminated side to the darker side of the shoot, resulting in quicker growth on the darker side and bending of the
Author’s Introduction: Imagine if Homer, Virgil, Dante, Chaucer, and the other great poets of ancient Greece, Rome, and the Middle Ages had been given the gift, not only to peer into the twenty-first century, but to correspond with we who live in that most confusing and rudderless of centuries. Had it been in their power
Let the fragrant summer breeze,And the leaves of locust trees, And the apple-buds and -blossoms, and the wings of honey bees,All palpitate with glee,Till the happy harmonyBrings back each childish joy to you and me from “A Song of Long Ago,” in Riley Farm-Rhymes with Country Pictures by James Whitcomb Riley (1883)