the unbearable heaviness of being

bet nobody ever used that one before. January. I've created folders of ideas somehow imaging the notion of organization/compartmentalization will set me free. HaHa, what a sucker! I suppose I should visit this site more than twice a year, make disciplined and regular forays to blogland..whatever. What I have half-way accomplished is knowing what I'd like to plant this coming season, heavy emphasis on the veggies. My flower gardens overfloweth and I fear some serious shovel pruning in in their future.

Anyhoo..I daren't say what expectations I have for 2009 politically as it's looking pretty rickety under the best of circumstances. But what I can in a limited way influence is this little patch of land and I plan on doing so.

so sue me

So what if it's been nearly a year since i thought of this sad and abandoned blog? Would love to report that during said span of time I've come up with some novel notions but that would be less than truthful. I've gotten a vid cam finally but as one might predict I've yet to master the finer aspects of actually getting shot footage to editing 'place'...sheesh. But this is a wrinkle I can, in time, iron out.
Politics? Forget it..it's over.

As ever this time of year is filled with garden chores. Let's be honest, it's a full time job but I'm not beefing. As old and achy as I am it's the only honest labor to which I am suited. Though I loathe the expression, it's the only place I can 'zen out'..of course people startle the shit out of me when they approach as I am long lost in RandiLand.
So the garden blogs I read are leaving me wanting..the sustainability vids I watch are truly lacking. This is where I'm supposed to say, "Well, you think you can do a better job kiddo?"..nah. Just different.

Privacy. The ultimate freedom. And what a freeing few days I've had. Dare I say it, I feel energized.

my favorite image

when low flying turkey meets windshield!

theme continued

the photo says it all

OK, I'm getting concerned now. It's April 15th and it's still snowing. The expected nor'easter is about to hit the coast with promised flooding, high winds and power outages and here in the mountains we can additionally expect upwards to a couple feet of snow, charming. It's not that I haven't had a lifelong love of snow, I have, I really have... but since I grow and sell plants for a living it's become a bit problematic. The weeks of gloom and sunlessness make for rather unhappy seedlings threatening to damp off and end it all. "Damp Off", that'll be my new substitute for "Fuck Off".

no kidding, still snowing!

not that this beachy thing has anything to do with snow I'm just a sucker for gimmicky doo dads like this..

cabot

 

 

 

 

driving across country in February, hmmmmm....

 

watching the snow

absolutely unsure

found a great list of oxymorons to peruse...here's the link http://www.oxymoronlist.com/

otherwise I'm absolutely unsure that I feel anything earth shattering about another winter birthday passing. We've gotten a few more inches of insulating snow and I am reminded of the kindness of those burr-like creatures I call friends.

cold, cold, cold (despite)

this one truly hit home

Global Warming/Global dimming

can't remember where this came from but it sez it all as far as I'm concerned."before my life went dim"..saw an interesting video on global dimming on GoogleVideo I think that came originally from the BBC. Yet another hopeful and uplifting view of the near future..finally a reasonable explanation for my straining zinnias.

Snow (or the lack thereof)

Here in Vermont we've gotten little to no snow this winter thus far though I imagine we'll get some nice wet dumpings come March or maybe even an old school whopper of a blizzard in February. As much as I have bitched about the inconvenience and cold I have to come clean with my 'real' emotions concerning the white stuff..I love it..always have. I could complicate it all up but I never feel as safe as when I am home and there is a storm raging, the roads temporarily impassable. Or later when there is a deep snow that muffles sound with a complimenting sky screeching in Utah blue.

'footprint of the american chicken'

yeah, that expression used to irk the hell out of me back in the dark ages, (late 60's early 70's), when I was a teen though I must admit at the time, despite my leftie hippie leanings, even I thought it was a bit hokey. I never drew the 'peace sign' on anything nor wore any clothing with said design. I discounted the tie-dyed look for somber black befitting my skeptic status. So imagine my bemusement when I tell you I've CHOSEN to slap this on the back of my car. And, dare I say it, I'm proud to have it there.

it's still sunday afternoon in America

in time of war the law falls silent - Cicero

what I've been wondering about is why are the streets silent? It's been explained in blog after blog; no draft, no incentive, it's not happening here, I'm an ADD baby easily distracted by our enslavement to the cult of celebrity wrought by a shameless media. We seem to be a populus beyond numb, beyond denial. I've a notion all that'll change as the feces hurtles ever closer to the fan. I can hear those blades whirring, can you?

the red shed when the sun shines

miscanthus silberfeder shadowing against the hut that keeps the seeds and stores the soil and houses the spiders and leaks like a sieve when it rains.

my favorite word when I was fifteen years old

once more into the breach..which is ridiculous since I've yet to enter the breach or the blogosphere at all. That being said, with the technological skills of a Neanderthal, I trudge forward:

sardonic