Just to finish up loose ends –
Still, I am pleased and it holds all the misc yarn still in my stash.
The first of this month our garden club held its annual
Tomato Fest. In past years members
brought home grown tomatoes to the meeting.
They were cut up and set out for taste testing and the best tasting
tomato of Wharton County was determined by vote. Well, with the plague and all, the taste
testing was dropped and this year tomatoes were brought in to be judged based
on new categories – Biggest, Smallest, Prettiest, Ugliest, Strangest. Those participating brought in a tomato or three
and determined which category it fit into and put it there to be judged. I brought in two – a Purple Calabash and a Matts
Wild Cherry.
I won second place for Ugliest! It’s the Purple Calabash. That was the only tomato the plant produced. Grrrrrrr. So, I pulled it up and threw it on the burn pile.
In early in June I noticed the yard was all a-jump with
these little guys. Every step had them
hopping every which-a-way. There are
still quite a few of these Texas Toads hopping around. Good!
They eat bugs!
What else . . . .
Well, today is The Day of the Seafarer (honestly, sounds
like an old horror film The Day of the Triffids, comes to mind). But, no . . . .
“This is day for seafarers of all stripes, from Coast
Guards, to Navies, to every fisherman and marine biologist and cruise ship
captain. If your job involves a large quantity of salt water, then this day is
dedicated to you. The first documented sea voyage was made around 3200 BCE, and
was bankrolled by the Egyptian Pharaoh Snefru. Today, over 90% of global trade
is done by sea, since it is still the most cost-effective way to transport
goods. Marine biologists and oceanographers from every country have dedicated
their lives to learning more about the ocean depths, and humans from every walk
of life keep going to the sea to explore the planet.”
John Masefield
I must go down to the
seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a
tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Today is also Leon Day!
I had to look it up.
Today is a day, long anticipated by those who countdown to
Christmas: it’s Leon Day. Leon Day marks
the exact half way mark to Christmas. It’s all downhill from here. Why is it called Leon Day?
Are you ready for the answer?
Really ready?
Okay - - - -
Leon is Noel spelled
backwards.
And, I’m done for today!
25 Jun 2021
Leon Day, GROAN!!!! And congrats on 2nd place for Ugliest Tomato!
ReplyDeleteA ribbon for an ugly tomato! It doesn't get better than that!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poem. Just reading it is a thrill.
ReplyDeleteI don't even want to think of Christmas at this time of year!
ReplyDeleteWow, you can already taste and judge tomatoes at the beginning of June? That would be easy here - smallest and tiniest would be the only category (beside non-existent, of course). My tomatoes aren't doing anything this year. I have a couple Sungold by now, but that's it. How great to get a ribbon for an ugly tomato!!!
Leon day - ha! It should be "crafters start to panic" day.
ReplyDeleteI love toads - we have one that comes out at night & sits on our back steps. I can't figure out how to get a picture because of course as soon as we open the door he hops away...
Oh and I LOVE your basket! Can you tell me where to get the pattern?
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