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Post by ottawagardener on Dec 16, 2009 9:22:23 GMT -5
I recently read this in one my gardening books and just loved it:
"The best fertilizer is a gardener's shadow."
So true.
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Post by bunkie on Dec 16, 2009 11:40:18 GMT -5
another good one...
"Gardening requires lots of water -- most of it in the form of perspiration."~LOU ERICKSON
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Post by ottawagardener on Dec 16, 2009 15:44:00 GMT -5
Nice.
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Post by oldfatguy on Dec 20, 2009 4:06:31 GMT -5
I wonder if the cabbage knows
He is less lovely than the Rose;
Or does he squat in smug content,
A source of noble nourishment;
Or if he pities for her sins
The Rose who has no vitamins;
Or if the one thing his green heart knows
That self-same fire that warms the Rose?
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Post by plantsnobin on Dec 20, 2009 8:33:53 GMT -5
Come on now, just because the rose is pretty doesn't mean she is useless, and the hips have plenty of vitamin C!
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Post by ottawagardener on Dec 20, 2009 9:09:47 GMT -5
And I say this with some reticience but you have the choice of cutting up a head or chewing on hips...
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Post by mnjrutherford on Dec 20, 2009 9:17:01 GMT -5
The petals are wonderful with chocolate... As in a heart shaped chocolate mousse cake draped with velvety ganache and dressed with an edging of blood red rose petals and a touch of gold leaf.
Telsing, ahh Telsing... I do indeed miss that we didn't get to meet over a campfire. ::laughing::
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Post by canadamike on Dec 20, 2009 9:24:37 GMT -5
I'll vote for oldfartguy cabbage, girls, for as much as roses have inspired poets and look lovely, vitamic C or not in the hips, they taste awful to me which is disgusting, while if I eat the quite filling and healthy cabbage I'll fart my life out, which will be disgusting only to you.  Don't take it personnally, but life is much easier when one it satisfied and filled and the privilege to be disgusted is left to the others ;D ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by dirtsunrain on Dec 20, 2009 10:09:19 GMT -5
"How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering it's way and shedding the earth's crumbs"
I have a small adoration of Robert Frost
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Post by ottawagardener on Dec 20, 2009 10:28:45 GMT -5
Those wild pathes always attracted me too. I still remember the first time I heard Frost.
I love this stanza by the way.
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Post by bunkie on Dec 20, 2009 11:43:03 GMT -5
a poem i wrote a few years ago that has some good thoughts for the day... i am an artist at heart...
but lately i seem to be changing my part....
instead of pen to paper for my colorful strokes...
i`m enjoying painting the real landscape outside with dirt, seeds, rocks and jokes........
fingers and toes mingling with the dirt...
help from a rake, shovel, a hoe would not hurt....
without my partners, i`d be lost..
i wouldn`t trade them for any cost...
my pups Hope and Chow guard my garden day and night...
from unwanted critters who they chase with such delight....
the pups spend all day with me by the outskirts of the garden...
what better company to have, i beg your pardon.....
and my partner Ed, who keeps our equipment going...
what would i do without his mechanical knowing....
why i garden you might ask...
i suppose you think it`s a great big task.......
to me it brings a smile...
that lasts all day and is so worth while....
oh yes, there`s all those bugs...
a wet season sure brings on the slugs....
and oh, when down goes the sun...
one sure knows the work`s all done....
aching muscles and a tightened back...
there`s always tomorrow and more work, there`s no lack....
but what about the pleasures that be...
they can`t only be seen by me....
the hummingbird who takes a bath...
in the way of my watering hose path....
i say to hummer, "please move on"...
i`ve got more plants to put water upon....
how about seeing a big brown toad...
who hops around, makes me laugh and lightens my load....
and the dragonfly who`s on my hose sipping water...
lets me know it`s midday and getting hotter....
that means it`s time to take a lunch break..
i just hate to stop for goodness sake.... it`s afternoon and i spy Mr.Mole...
who`s sitting in the sun beside his hole...
i say to him "leave some for me"...
and before i know it he does flee....
i hear the corn whistling in the wind on high...
i am amazed that it`s truly as high as an elephant`s eye....
in the afternoon sun, i grab Pa`s old hoe...
thinking to myself "go weeds go"....
then i pick up gram`s old rake...
where it goes there is no mistake....
i`ve got another fence post to pound...
i want security from intruders all around....
i pick up dad`s old rusty hatchet...
and hammer away, for pounding nothing can match it....
the sun is slowly going down...
and peepers come out and make their sound....
while heading back to the house...
i trip over what looks like a mouse....
then i glance to the right...
and much to my amazement and delight...
the carnations i planted for gramps...
are glowing like well lit little lamps....
and then a wondrous sight my eyes do see...
for grandma the little, now big, willow tree....
oh yes, i can`t forget the little sturdy oak planted for daddy..
its leaves are so red, and in years to come it will be quite a laddy....
after dinner i slowly fall asleep...
thinking of all the sights i saw in the garden to keep....
lady bugs and butterflies, too...
now don`t you want to garden, i think you do! ) |
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Post by oldfatguy on Dec 21, 2009 2:09:43 GMT -5
A slug is a bug that's slimy and pale
Much like a feeble, nasty, naked snail
Touching one always makes me sick
So I kabob them with a pointed stick
And when I see none, all is still not well
I start looking for Earwigs, war is hell
Earwigs are bugs that are ugly as sin
If you don't stop them quick, they win
They sneak and they hide in plain sight
And they all come out and party at night
They eat anything that doesn't bite back
A bale of hay to them is a wonderful snack
So I fight the good fight and I never stop
I keep climbing that mountain without a top
Crawling around in the morning or late at night
Combing through the leaves I find the blight
Is it a bacterium a virus or is it a strange fungus?
I've come to the conclusion, there's evil among us
Copyright 2009 by oldfatguy
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