Gardening

Talk about a learning curve. Who knew radishes came first? Or how about, spinach is best in the earliest planting? I went to weed my raised garden bed yesterday, following steady rains and temperate sunshine...

If you look closely, you will see radishes ready for picking. Thing is, I had a row of these. Why radishes? Because Anne (with an 'e') Hathaway managed to let slip she ate humus with radish to lose weight. Okay. I like my ice cream.

Um, so I started here 

And ended here 

How many radishes can a gal eat to shed a single pound? Thing is, they're a first crop by a farmer learning late in her own season. These were ready last weekend to be harvested. Some of them are soft. Some of them don't taste like much until the last bite then BOOM, fiery hot. What you cannot do with radishes is preserve them (they don't freeze; they do pickle but....). BURP.

But burp.

I  left some for a rabbit, along with spinach root parts. See what she thinks. If I find her on her side burping, I'll take it as a compliment.

I had two rows of spinach and yum! I blanched and froze six quart bags. Wonderful. More weeding today and planting kale in place of the spinach.  I'll plant kale once more, then switch to beets. Also planting summer squash to replace the radish, and I will plant the summer squash at least once more.  I'll want to switch with brussel sprouts and beets. (I have garden beans, tomatoes, lima beans, strawberries, snap peas, and water melon.) This is all from seed except for tomato and strawberry (which I am having no luck with, the strawberry.

To attest to friendship, I am planting aster seeds and later sunflowers. These will go at the top of the garden. I have asters slow growing from seed on my patio. These are the starts :-)

Back to work!

something beautiful

fleeting begins with an F

Ooh I had a cool birthday, but now it's back to days that are not my birthday. life after the party, as it were. the back of the closet where the socks never match. I tossed out bags of pointless stuff, unearthed things of cardboard and other stuff once held meaning. deleted 445 emails. still cannot think straight. cannot focus. it's impossible. strange is to write the word impossible above a picture of someone who has only ever made me believe anything is possible. & I mean this truly. precious. personal. fuck you...that was mouthed to me at the concert. 

Fuck you, a fan mouthed to me. He was entranced but not enough apparently by Who Are You. A tall man, heavyset (fair enough), swaying and mouthing the lyrics thankfully sung by Roger Daltrey. I smiled (and grinned at the change all around me) and the man mouthed "fuck you" with scorn in his eyes straight at me.  (me!).

I thought it was funny.

This concert made up for me passing out at Roger Water's show of The Wall back on July 14. I took my friend Kim along to see the Who and when I told Pete the story of me passing out there he laughed with understanding I was making up for lost fun with Kim. (Kim was with me in July, rode in the ambulance, etc.). I won't go into a thing more except this photo was taken by Kim before the concert and conversation followed.

Now I am here with a retrieved Skeeter and the dog is blowing wind so bad I wish completely he would do this to that loser (you know the one). 

going to a rock show

heading out.

Who could it be, I wonder

for Friday, Feb 22, Atlantic City?

snowing in these here parts