Wow! Fancy being accorded the accolade of indecency at the right old age of 64! Chance would be a fine thing! When you see the selection round here forget it! Now then, in Wales I still have a couple lined up but they are on a promise for next lifetime not this! I only ever did sequence not parallel!
I have been far too busy being inhuman this week to bother with silly nonsense. I am part of the community garden above, here we have our own patches and a communal food bank area to feed a few deserving but mostly the feckless, parasitic and undeserving flotsam of the County. On the principle that I really do object on elf and safety grounds to people dying of starvation in the gutter, they are so very visually unappealing, I grudgingly give my time and expertise to the project to see them kept tidily fed in their hovels and off the streets! We were having a tea party to say thank you to all the volunteers and donors that help make the project the success it is.
Apart from that I had an annual committee meeting of a garden club of which I am refreshment officer. Not much chance of being indecent there though but I have hopes for inhumanity by considering offering hemlock as an alternative to coffee. (Not that most of them would notice, already dead from the neck up, might as well help along the rest of them!)
On top of that the veg collected from my patch needed processing. Those aubergines, toms and peppers all came from the polytunnel on the community garden and were converted into mass moussakas, not for the masses of course, far too good for them, suggest they try Denmark instead! Plus converting home grown cucumbers to pickles.
So, all in all, a very busy time. This afternoon I shall carry, as I always do every week, a basket of my veg to the widow of my last hospice patient. She is 85 with a wicked tongue, hates Indians (red) and lives on the edge of the reservation, she taught Nooksack Indians for 50 years so we have very amusing conversations. I only hang around the hospice to do wonders for my inhumanity!
PS Those tomatoes, the basil and lots of other veg are raised by me, I raise them at home under heat but they do better down there on the plain to crop. Quite what the undeserving do with so much basil is quite beyond me! Noticing how many brats they breed probably use it as an aphrodisiac! (Note to self must dust with itching powder!)
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So, you have added the wholesale slaughter of fruits and vegetables to your long list of sins.
I bet you just yank those tomatoes off the plant without explaining to them in a soft voice why they are unworthy of a long and disease free life and good only for the pot.
That is a seriously big garden, and if the pictures are recent you are a good bit behind us here, We have been failing to keep up with the toms. and zucchini for a few weeks now. What is it with zucchini anyway? I go out there one morning and they are smaller than…… (well a polite comparison escapes me), but the very next day they are the size of marrows, I think they find places to hide until they are to big to use.
We have had the driest summer on record here and garden irrigation has been needed almost daily (it’s from a well so no hosepipe ban here) . The dry heat has done wonders for the hot peppers, I have some cayenne that are only safe to harvest when wearing industrial gloves and using a pair of tongs.
I may take a few piccies before the season ends.
Great garden and fine pictures, keep up the good work.
Here’s an extra “o” for that first “to” on the last line of the third para.
I don’t know how to keep up with the zucchini either! I try to give away as many as possible in the hope that the recipients choke. Actually I give them to the food bank, the weird thing is whilst most of us WASPs prefer the small ones, the Mexicans will only eat them when they are big!
As for the tomatoes it goes thus.
Wait until there is too bloody many of them, collect quartered in a cauldron, render down in their own juices slowly, mutter imprecations against socialist and general humanity, Add salt, sugar, fresh herbs, such as oregano, thyme and lavender, add extra curses, liquidise with wand, add final imprecation, reduce by at least a third, allow to cool and then freeze down being careful to add an enemy to each container!
This way one buys no canned tomatoes all year, use for chilis and eytie type stuff.
Plus one consumes the souls of one’s enemies!!!
We are dead fortunate in the community garden, the pizza house next door gives us unlimited usage of city water. Considering they sell their horrid products to- and add to the bulk of- the lard arses that crawl their doors, so they should, as an act of atonement to society. I have to presume that the same people own shares in insulin production.
Now there’s a Freudian slip for you.
Lard arses that crawl their doors, should read- through their doors, but not sure that the first ain’t more apt.
That is a seriously large garden. I am in awe of your patience in, not only growing, but processing so much.
I have to add, that I really appreciate your sense of humour! This had me chuckling from start to finish 🙂
When does well-built become lard arse, pray?
PS Does the hospice accept Indians (red) as patients?
http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/photos/page/6/ 2nd pic is definitively a lard arse.
The hospice will take everyone irrespective of colour or religion. The only requirement being that the patient has less than 6 months to live. At first they have hospice at home with visiting nurses, therapists, doctors, aides, volunteers etc. When pain is too difficult to manage which is generally during the last week or so they go into the hospice itself if they wish to. The wishes of the patient are paramount.
Indians rarely want to use the hospice itself as they prefer their own tribal rituals, however they sometimes accept some parts of hospice at home, they are free to take or reject exactly as they choose. Chaplains, or their equivalents, are available in all religions. Witch doctors/medicine men are found as required. (No, I’m not joking!)
Hospice is free or covered by medicare (retirees state medical insurance) or covered by private insurance. Nobody is turned away for lack of funds.
PS One other requirement, the patient must be no longer seeking curative medicine at a hospital by their own choice. Over here doctors will go on treating patients till death, there is none of this declining to provide further treatment like the NHS, at least not whilst a patient is willing to pay! Most people come to the realisation that they are dying and are willing to accept palliative care only from hospice. This is obviously counselled extensively before any decision is made. But you can’t have both at the same time.
Underneath that excellent rant I suspect there is really a big softie at heart. 😀
OZ
OZ, a sheep in wolf’s clothing no less! 🙂
🙂
OZ
I think a couple of Christina’s photographs would be suitable entries for the Still Life photo competition, The baskets of produce and jars of pickles look great. I have just been looking at friend’s cat stretched out on sofa in the conservatory and wondering whether that plus cushions and plant in pot would qualify. There’s not much more “inanimate” than that puss when asleep – even when awake, actually.
You beat me too it, Sheona. I’ve just looked through them and thought exactly the same thing!