Quote for the Day 7/18/2008
Me (to my nieces Hannah and Christie) : Are you all done with the corn?
Hannah (still running water into the laundry tubs used for cooling blanched corn) : All except for the water fight. I'm getting ready to dump this all over Christie. It's a tradition--after the work is done.
I ended up cutting several pints worth of kernels off a few ears found belatedly in a forgotten kettle. Then I helped them pick green beans and tomatoes. My sister-in-law Judy picked cucumbers and summer squash. I noted the clearly labeled rows of vegetables, the first-ever successful attempt at keeping careful track all summer long of the varieties being trialled. The "Tree Tomato" towered over everything except the rampant cherry tomatoes, but there was nary a fruit on the tree. The "Health Kick" on the other hand, was kicking out many very large Roma-shaped fruits.
When we first got to the garden and saw the green shoots coming up through the straw mulch--
Judy: Looks like a good wheat crop, doesn't it?
The amount of unthreshed grain left in the heads that are part of wheat straw is always a revelation. In the moist soil under the mulch this grain sprouts and adds a green carpet overlay to the bright gold of the straw. The combination is actually a perfect mix of nitrogen and carbon that aids prompt decomposition when it's turned under in the fall.
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Tomorrow is the wedding of a young man Judy used to babysit when he was a toddler. Judy's family is invited to the wedding. A little over a year ago, the young man's mother told Judy, in whispers, because the young lady being spoken of was close by:
Annette: We really hope he keeps this one. We really like her.
He's keeping her, and he and his wife will follow his parents' teaching tradition by both taking positions for the next school year in a district a few counties west of here. We all wish them well.
Hannah (still running water into the laundry tubs used for cooling blanched corn) : All except for the water fight. I'm getting ready to dump this all over Christie. It's a tradition--after the work is done.
I ended up cutting several pints worth of kernels off a few ears found belatedly in a forgotten kettle. Then I helped them pick green beans and tomatoes. My sister-in-law Judy picked cucumbers and summer squash. I noted the clearly labeled rows of vegetables, the first-ever successful attempt at keeping careful track all summer long of the varieties being trialled. The "Tree Tomato" towered over everything except the rampant cherry tomatoes, but there was nary a fruit on the tree. The "Health Kick" on the other hand, was kicking out many very large Roma-shaped fruits.
When we first got to the garden and saw the green shoots coming up through the straw mulch--
Judy: Looks like a good wheat crop, doesn't it?
The amount of unthreshed grain left in the heads that are part of wheat straw is always a revelation. In the moist soil under the mulch this grain sprouts and adds a green carpet overlay to the bright gold of the straw. The combination is actually a perfect mix of nitrogen and carbon that aids prompt decomposition when it's turned under in the fall.
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Tomorrow is the wedding of a young man Judy used to babysit when he was a toddler. Judy's family is invited to the wedding. A little over a year ago, the young man's mother told Judy, in whispers, because the young lady being spoken of was close by:
Annette: We really hope he keeps this one. We really like her.
He's keeping her, and he and his wife will follow his parents' teaching tradition by both taking positions for the next school year in a district a few counties west of here. We all wish them well.
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