Assasins All AAARGH

I came out at dawn to revel over the tiny tomatoes that were being produced despite the global warning, Hades-like temps that have rendered the landscape a seared mass of detritus. And YIKES, the tiny tomatoes had been denuded. The lush vines were sticks poking the gray sky. And on each stick was a thumb sized green tomato horn worm. I cut off the branches and dropped them into this bucket. Then I thought, do these become butterflies??? Have I killed soul images? Every solution seems be have consequences these carmageddon days.

For Crinum Out Loud

. She has big strapping leaves with gaudy pink purple flowers that throw up their heads and scream "look at me." And I do. The Southern Bulb Company labels her Ellen Bosanquet and says she can get out of control easily.A passionate plant given to Bacchanalian excess. Her sorority sisters across the yard throw white blossoms that look like horticultural fireworks or big bow debutantes. According to the bulb gurus they all die back in the winter. Ah, yes, So much beauty for so little effort.

Neon Mormons Glean Ortega

Pear, pears, glorious sand pears everywhere. Great pear butter, jam, chutney. Folks just don't use the bounty that is theirs. Grate a little ginger into a crock pot full of pear slices, add lemon and honey and cook all night. The next day, blend the pears. Yum.
The Neon Mormons are Robo and me. We ride in a pair with our neon bike jackets. I heard one little boy tell another," They are the Neon Mormons." The name has stuck.

Rain Glorious Rain

Big juicy drops are falling from the sky and then there is a rainbow. We have been dry too long and so each drop appears as a liquid diamond; puddles are landscape jewelry of the antique excellent variety not paste gems. Why is it that only scarcity lets me value daily doings like transpiration and photosynthesis???? Without either of them, it is Gotterdamerung as Ashley said at Twelve Oaks.