Tuesday, March 16, 2010
For bookclub we're reading The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.
Her writing is peppered with similes, some pleasantly surprising. In the first 50 pages:
....like a high-stepping camel with an appointment to keep
lodged there.... like a mango hair between molars
Rahel's new teeth were waiting inside her gums, like words in a pen.
Futile. Like polishing firewood.
black eyebrows angled like a soaring seagull's wings
....history was like an old house at night. With all the lamps lit. And ancestors whispering inside.
Word to look up:
– noun Geology.
1. a reddish ferruginous soil formed in tropical regions by the decomposition of the underlying rocks.
2. a similar soil formed of materials deposited by water.
3. any soil produced by the decomposition of the rocks beneath it.
Last year I bought some asparagus... and now this little lone baby spear popped up. If that's the only one that grows, I can't imagine eating it... there will have to be some sort of sacrificial ceremony involved.
I like seeing who else is sprouting... or blooming.
The big news is:
This weekend I constructed my last two raised garden beds...
The wood is cedar. Contents include: soil, lime, peatmoss, "homemade" compost, etc. Still need to prep a little, start seedlings, and then it's on. I'm really hoping I can have some eggplant-related success.
I finally found a use for these old sun and moon metal pieces (hose guides on the corners)...
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Carrots & potatoes
I've come to the understanding that carrots can turn into monsters if left to their own devices.
I have some more exciting gardening news to share... but in an attempt to give this blog a spring rebirth, I'll save that for next time. Stay tuned.