It’s been a little bit since posting pics of the produce. These were taken yesterday. That bowl is about a foot across, and without weighing it, I am guessing full it weighs between 5-10#. This is the 3rd big bowl of tomatoes harvested from the plants so far and it looks like there will be…
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
#FF — Untouchable
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Lily’s dream is always the same. She walks an endless green meadow, its tall stems capped with periwinkle, butter yellow, and lipstick pink. Sweet peas and snapdragons scent the air. Her loose-fitting dress billows in warm breezes as she moves, like a cloud moving through cerulean sky. :::Bang!::: Midnight slamming…
The Sandler Family, Purdue Pharma, Dopesick, and The Opioid Crisis in the U.S.
image link (I am not endorsing this rehab place but I like the poster) Without going into an exhaustive research rabbit hole, to learn a little about the origin story of Purdue Pharma, wikipedia does a good job of it. I did not need to watch the HULU Original TV series, “Dopesick” to know that…
Special Delivery
Jules and I exchanged some of our seeds with each other recently, via the post office. Imagine my delight when I found this package in my mailbox. I have Jules’ permission to share it here. I love stamps, and her package to me is a gift in and of itself. Thank You! brown paper springs…
#FF — The Sorrel
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson I’ve taken up residence in the hay next to Old Marie. She was never meant to be pregnant, but Midnight’s (the stallion’s) unlocked stall (or maybe the sly devil nosed it open hisself?) happened a year ago and here we are. Doc Jones says abortion will kill Old Marie. I…
TankaTuesday 335 — Honeymoon’s Postures
Eugène Manet on the Isle of Wight (1875) by Berthe Morisot As you freshen up, I wait, gaze upon two proper ladies; ruffled white blossoms, flushed with salty air, stare, hungry robins. Gull’s cry breaks the spell; guilt flops and lodges. “Where for tea?” you ask. Startled, I turn to meet your sparkling blue eyes….
Tao-Talk 