A billion years of death and life and death again.
Under my fingernails and in the creases of my hands.
My family works the Earth.
As did our Ancestors.
Ancestors who toiled in The Earth and were rewarded.
Ancestors who worked The Earth and had their efforts rebuffed. Rebuked firmly by barren land.
Ancestors long entombed in that very same capricious Earth.
We take now from The Earth our bounty.
A bounty that feeds us body and soul.
As we, in the end, will feed the Earth's insatiable hunger.
The Earth should have it's cholesterol checked.
Fat bastard. Fatty.
Hey Earth, what's your pants size, Jupiter? Earth's so fat it has to borrow belts from Saturn.
So uh yeah, did I mention we built vegetable garden boxes? Was that a little too dramatic? It's because it's our first vegetable garden, and I'm excited. You can tell I'm when I'm excited because everything comes out sounding like a poetry slam (makes sex-time fun). I call it my Def Homemaker Man Def Poetry Def Jam Slam
But yeah, a little melodramatic. Certainly, snipping some thyme for my roast chicken does not a bounty make. It does make good roast chicken, however.
We built 3 4X4 garden boxes giving us 48 sq. ft of gardening space. We planted, lessee, yuh gotcher squarsh, tomaters, letturce, spinach, onions, cabbage, peas, celery, cauliflower, broccoli, bell peppers, chili peppers, and some other stuff I'm sure I'm forgetting. Rice maybe? Durian fruit? And also various herbs in little pots.
It was pretty enjoyable to do. The third box was a bit of a hassle considering we decided to do it last minute and ended up finishing it around 11 oclock at night. Lotta things go on in my city around 11 oclock at night. Farming, not usually one of them.
The kids really love it. They love the dirt and the idea of the growing veggies and the ownership of it all. It's very exciting and I'm really looking forward to pulling that first ripe tomato off the vine, taking a juicy, messy bite, handing it to the P-Man, and then watching as he whips it at his sister.
"We made that possible together. As a family." I'll say as I spread my arms and rest my hands lightly on my children's backs. "Now go to time-out."
We're poor but proud New England dirt farmers now. I can feel the dour wisdom flooding my veins as I write.
Wait, nope. That's just the cholesterol.
So that's one of the reasons I've been a bad blogger lately. We've been busy with some other things and I've also had limited computer access. Will try harder. Will probably fail. Will not mind that much because will be too busy fending off the local wildlife. Shoo feral kitty. Shoo!
|Lo, We made multiple trips to Home Depot, and Mother Earth saw that is was good.|
Or you know, pretty decent.
|Remember what I said about critters? Behold, physical evidence of . . . El Chupacabra!|
Or a kitty.