Finally getting ripe–I hope.
Pruning: A metaphor for life. Cut back and fertilize. My petunias (some I grew from seed) were dying, all leggy, no foliage. Turning yellow. So I cut them back and fertilized them. They are just looking great, especially for this time of the summer. My friend from Oregon who runs the gardening shop at Fred Meyer said they are just a pain, but I think I have the secret to them. I’m growing a little thyme in one of the containers with them and that is getting really really happy, too.
And some I grew some wild flowers from seed to add to the arrangement. LOVE them. They bloomed all summer. And I’m not sure what they are or where I got them. Will need to find out.
And these totally from seed. They came the wrong color. Supposed to be red and blue, but came pink. Still:
And my potatoes are starting to die back. My peppers are going gangbusters, my green beans starting to shoot up. I wish tomatoes would ripen. Only true failure is the zucchini. I didn’t get them to pollinate. Now if the tomatoes would just turn red:
Green beans:
Green Peppers:
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I love words so I write them. I’ve been doing that since I was old enough to read. I am a published literary writer and I was an adjunct English professor at Northern Michigan University for many years. I write and live and love off the grid on 35 acres and a trout stream in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with my son, Joshua, who has Down Syndrome, and with an English Shepherd dog named Maggie, and with my husband when he can make it here which isn’t often. This blog started out being about my work, and it will continue to be. ( I’m working on a novel about premonitions and dreams.) But this blog is also about living off the grid and about my experimentation with diet—most recently the Carnivore Diet. I started on the Ketogenic diet, but have moved into Carnivore. How long, I don’t know. But I’ve become interest in the effects of diet on not just my health, but on creativity. And I’m interested in the effects of the diet on my dreams.
Ah, dreams... The day before my son was born, my mother “dreamed” or was told my son would have Down Syndrome, something she told my brother ahead of time. I’ve never known what to make of that. So I’m interested in prophetic dreams, lucid dreaming, creativity and dreams, night terrors. Who isn't interested in that? I’m interested in Freud (more Jung) and Einstein’s theories of time and how their ideas inform my dreams. I’m interested in mining a deeper relationship with a dream world not confined to daytime experiences, and how the night might inform a more fully imagined daytime “reality.” And vice-versa. Which is the dream?? I’m exploring dreams of all sorts. Come explore with me…
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