There seems to be a constant litany of complaint that bodies have been moved and some taken to the morgue. Also the site has not been safeguarded for the powers that be. Russia is behind the whole thing etc etc.
I have the following questions.
Everything is ridiculously early, about two weeks so I would estimate.
These are snow peas in my patch of the community garden up in Everson. No deer there and a bit of company from likeminded gardeners. Gives the dogs a break too, they get to supervise more humans.
Preface- LW is BAD, NAUGHTY and generally WICKED, may his tomatoes rot!
That said, and seeing my arboriferous botanical excesses have put me in the hot seat after studiously avoiding such for 5 years, I shall torture you with the following-
Fruits- not I hasten to add on two legs, more the botanical type on a twig , stem, branch etc. Any sort of fruit, veg, wild flowers, trees. The difficulty here is are you sure what is a fruit and what is not? Hint, a carrot is NOT a fruit, excruciating, exigent exculpation will only be offered to those who are botanically correct according to Linnaeus. I’m sure the winner will be able to accord the correct botanical form to such besides the species! Closing date 20th July.
That should cut the field down a bit!!! Am I allowed to win?
PS I am not sure but should I have this on the competition page? As I am a lot better with fruit than I am computers perhaps some kind soul will help out if I should?
Thoughts of tofu on the pet hates blog reminds me of the most dreadfully funny story from my youth.
Tofu always makes me think of the below tale, hence my total aversion to treating it as a legitimate foodstuff.
I was thinking about Soutie’s FIFA blog (with the caveat that one cannot think too clearly having been woken up by the dog dancing a tarantella on one’s guts before 6am!)
So, in suitably malevolent mode, one’s mind cast about on pet hates, (plus it is raining, no gardening). One thing in common to nearly all my pet hates is waste of money, especially public money, ie my taxes, splutters invectives into 4th cup of coffee of the morning! Read more…
Here are a few trees for LW, the back country to the East of Mt Baker.
Note total absence of humanity and their wretched appurtenances.
Life has been a bit grim/hectic/headless chicken territory of late.
First I never did get over the flu thing I had in January necessitating endless visits to my pulmonologist . Second, my friend with whom I share a plot in the community garden has tottered off with melonoma leaving me with a double work load. Third spousal unit has had a bit of a run in with his health too. (We really should have sold this place last year, far too big and far too much work and retired to our ‘pocket handkerchief’ in town!) But here we still are, the jungle is flowering big time!
A small but serendipitous happening here has just come to a frightful end.
I’ve been dispossessed of my my pet possum. I am absolutely furious, breathing blood and guts and mouthing silent curses, spells and imprecations at every passing motorist.
They really shouldn’t let me out. Boring rainy days potting in the greenhouse tend to bring on entertaining thoughts and scenarios. Only in this case the scenarios do not have a very entertaining conclusion.
I offer you these thought associations.
1. Airplanes do not disappear, they have to be somewhere.
2.The communication systems were turned off before the last vocal communication with Malaysia, which presupposes that the plane was being hijacked/misappropriated for another purpose.
Isn’t it interesting that the Crimea can organise a referendum in ten days and we can’t get one in decades? Now then, what does that say for the democratic process?
Even more curious are the howls of condemnation from the so called Western democracies that they shouldn’t be allowed a referendum as it is against International law, (Obama quote), against Ukraine’s constitution , (EUSSR quote) and generally against the interest of the citizenry of the Crimea, (all and sundry!)