this is just to say
I have eaten
the first garden tomato
that was on
the counter
and which
you were probably
saving
to share at dinner
Forgive me
it was delicious
so sweet
and so juicy
- with apologies to my honey and William Carlos Williams
first the bad news: maybe late blight?
I came home last Friday after the latest jaunt in a series of fantastic trips over the past couple of weeks, welcomed by my honey and the wagging Pooker, along with threats of a thunderstorm. We thought we’d add another weave on the tomato stakes before they got wet, since the plants look to be thriving. This is what we found, and it’s a little heartbreaking. These Amish Pastes were bound for the trash bin, since I’m afraid it might be the dread late blight.
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Last I heard, it was seen in Maryland, PA, and Canada, but not in central NY. Have you seen it?
We have just five more plants–all different–and picked the first ripe non-cherry tonight. Since we had exactly zero last summer, it’s precious. The garden gives us so many rewards, but to be cheated out of perhaps the most revered one of all would take some of the shine off the rest.
we like bikes and we like knitters
see outside the Reading Market yesterday in Philadelphia, PA.
[UPDATE: apparently, it’s a craze, maybe started by knitta please. Maybe not.
a song for the fruit pickers
then and now…”One more dime to show for my day…”
Please not again! Looks like blight is back.
Not here, not yet, but Rodale is quoting Cornell professor Meg McGrath that it’s just a matter of time. It’s been reported in Pennsylvania and Canada, and NY is sandwiched right in between.
This is what it looked like in our garden last year.
If you see this in yours, remove all the infected plants and bag and trash them. It’s a community disease.
Thought your chance at photo fame and fortune passed you by? Well you now have until 1 July to mix it up in Horticulture magazine’s photo contest if you didn’t already. Enter here.
Why does this happen every time I stay up to make a deadline 5 minutes before midnight?
(That’s not the photo I entered. It’s yet to make its blog debut.)
Happy Monday with Joe Henry
secret swimming hole
We’re having the flip-side of last summer’s cool, grey, wet days: baking hot and dry. In these conditions, one needs a retreat that’s free from undergrads and hoooha. This is one of ours.
looking upstream southwest
looking upstream northwest
Where do you cool off?
In memory
of our military men and women, and all who have given their lives for another.
Our gratitude is not enough.
Happy Monday: Photosynthesis with TMBG
It was news to me (not having children and not generally browsing the kids’ section of the music store) that They Might Be Giants are all the rage for the under-10 set, singing about science no less! And numbers, and the alphabet–”C” is for conifer you know. Thanks to Ink and Penstemon for letting us know.
“Photosynthesis.” Created by Pascal Campion. From the DVD/CD set Here Comes Science.
My favorite: “A shooting star is not a star is not a star at all.” Also from Here Comes Science.
Apparently, they’re the only possible musicians right for singing about weedy species. From the ABC mini-series “A Brave New World.”
