Pied Beauty

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise him.

Showing posts with label Griffin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Griffin. Show all posts

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Dogs Eat Cabbage?

Greta.  Sweet, but not too smart.
Well, one does.  Our poor old Greta, 17 years old, is fixated on cabbage.  She wanders over to the vegetable plot and munches the newly planted cabbages down to the ground.  I think she has some help with the fence from our younger dog Griffin, who's not all that interested in the cabbage, but just likes to tear things up.  He's waiting for the tennis balls that usually appear on the tomato plants.

Replaced the cabbage with brussels sprouts and cauliflower.
Apparently, there aren't any long-term problems with dogs eating cabbage, but let me assure you, the short-term implications are dreadful.  Enough said.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Harvest Day!


Today we harvested some of our spring vegetables!  This is the first batch of potatoes (White Kennebec), one small red onion, one ripe tomato (Early Goliath) and one cucumber (Straight Eight).  We also picked one little jalapeno pepper.  There are more peppers on the bushes, and more potatoes, but we didn't want to pick more than we could eat right away.  We made a salad with the tomato and red onion and we're saving those little potatoes for something (I don't know what!)

Did you notice the green tomato?  I wanted to write a little about a certain garden pest that damages tomatoes in this way.  The tomato has been removed from the vine, its skin punctured from the outside, and then left in the back yard.  Do you have trouble with this common garden pest?

Ours is Griffin, a &*%#& dog, who apparently thinks we are growing tennis balls on little bushes in cages, just for him.