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Friday, May 8, 2015

Egads! Eating and Elocution.

Egads!  The only moisture has been
heavy fog on my way to work in the morning!
 
As we approach summer at light-speed (as I had feared, we got two days of spring), my thoughts naturally turn to green things.  Unfortunately, the weather has morphed into July, while the gardening reality is still early May.  A conundrum.  Plus, we have had no rain.  Nada.  Zilch and zip.  While I doubt it will be even the teeniest bit as bad as in the western portion of the country, it certainly puts a hitch in your gardening giddyap.

Once again, my brain - still in winter's icy grip - did not flex enough to realize that I needed to put the hose on the rain barrel BEFORE it was filled.  Sigh.  There is also a leak in my retractable hose, which means I really need to take a whole day (hahahahahahaha) and spend it on fixing things.  I am currently running in place as far as the poultry is concerned.  I have the tweenagers in the small coop - needing a temporary fence put around so they can stretch their legs and become safely acquainted with the big girls.  I have my few survivors from my first meat chick shipment - three and a half.  The half has a splayed leg and needs to be culled.  Then there are the little ones.  I had hoped to be able to add the first chicks into the new ones but, as all of us who have raised these Frankenchickens know, even a week's difference means that the survivors are three times the size of the newbies.  I may do it anyway.  I want to reclaim my laundry room.  And cut down on my morning chores.

My youngest DS arrives tonight and will stay over with me before heading north to our parents' house.  Since we missed her birthday, I am making her a special birthday dinner - Wild Salmon with English Peas and Mustard Beurre Blanc (it leaped off the pages of the latest Living magazine), fresh asparagus (thanks to my neighbor), oven roasted sweet potato wedges, and a gluten free, flourless chocolate cake.  I had everything but the salmon and the sweet potato, so those were purchased - I've done pretty well, staying away from the grocery store, having only 'slipped' three times since January. 

I am going to try and squeeze in a Ramp Walk this weekend - hopefully, I haven't missed them.  The chickens are finally settling into a laying routine and I average 7-11 eggs a day.  I have lots of butter churned and in the freezer.  I've started up my milk kefir again.  My spinach finally started to come up in the cold frame, only to be mowed down by some miscreant.  I rummaged around and found the old screen door from the poultry enclosure I took down last fall and popped that on top.  Let's hope something can be salvaged. 

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Is it just me, or do most women under the age of 35 sound the same?  Most of my observations come from the radio - I listen almost exclusively to NPR - but it seems as though, besides the sort of baby-girl-ishness, it's also forced through the throat and always comes up on the end as if they are very unsure of what they are saying.  I feel so old.  Then there is the young fellow with whom I work.  His speech is so peppered with "like" that I find myself counting them and not listening to a thing he's saying.  Yesterday he was all stressed - it doesn't take much - and broke his own record.  17 instances of 'like' in less than three minutes of conversation.  Maybe future generations will just beep and text.  It's discouraging.  Words and language are so wonderful - so powerful.  Elocution will soon be a dead art.

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I was going to save this for my "F" post, but I need some input from you gardeners out there.  I am having a heck of a time with my fig tree.  It is in a pot and seems healthy enough, but as soon as it starts to leaf out, this happens:


Sorry for the lousy pix - the leaves sort of 'prune' up along the edges, and turn brown.  Any observations would be greatly appreciated.

25 comments:

  1. Always, always enjoy your posts . . . but am left a bit dizzy just reading of all you have going on in your life. So many things to think about, so many things to do, so little time! I guess it's that way with all of us who share a zest for life. (Even though there are times when a little less zestfulness might be wiser!) ;o]

    I'm no help with your fig leaf problem, but will be eager to hear the opinion of others more knowledgeable because I have the same affliction on a couple of my houseplants.

    Have a great weekend, friend!

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    1. Mama Pea - I have to admit - I get dizzy, too. I just put one foot in front of 'tother and forward ho. Hope you had a good, fun day!

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  2. hmmm...my figs never did that but then they are also dead. the last 2 winters did them in. we had horrible fog too and now it is so hot i could kill myself. i planted and am watering like crazy. of course, we have no rain either. i don't think this bodes well for a good garden this year?

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    1. Jaz - I bring it in during the winter because it would die in a minute otherwise. I am not exactly known for my green thumb. It's a rather pale-ish green. I don't think it bodes well, either.

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  3. Figs are a pain, just let it go. hahaha! I watched a documentary that did a segment on the speech patterns of females born after the mid 90's or something like that and they talked about how that sound and pattern you are talking about (there's a name for it now I can't remember) is becoming a universal "speak" and that soon regional differences will become nil and personal inflection is disappearing, and even touched on the way it will affect their infant children recognizing adults from speech alone. It's very sad. I can't describe it but I know exactly what you are referring to!

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    1. Erin - I am rather of the "fig, heal thyself" mind. Only because I don't know what to do. I tried looking it up, but nada. It is a sad thing - and the guys are starting to do it, too. Pretty soon, we won't be able to tell the girls from the boys, the men from the women. Sigh.

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  4. I want to come to dinner at your house---everything sounds so darn GOOD.

    We are dry as toast here as well. Yesterday I had enough and hung out laundry and went to town. It worked like a charm, though it only rained enough to put a few muddy splotches on my white shirts.

    Have a terrific weekend.

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    1. Sue - We've a chair for you! I hope it turns out as good as it sounds. I've tried the car wash and the laundry. So far, nothing. Dancing will be next.

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  5. Well you missed my birthday you do go way out and I would have appreciated that:) Happy Birthday to DS. We need rain bad here my cows are already looking for the nearest store:) Take care have fun. Oh yes my blogs are not posting on your side bar have no idea why I am still posting.Hug B

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    1. Buttons - When was your birthday??? Late birthday wishes sent to you and a big hug! Your blog is on the side bar - but, for some reason, it doesn't come up in my read. I hope we all get rain soon.

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  6. You are very busy my friend. We've had a lot of fog here lately too. Although rain is on the way for us (hopefully). I just started making butter from goat's milk. I will have to stock it up my freezer too.

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    1. Kristina - I like fog - it's so quiet, but not to drive through. I get about a quarter pound of butter from a quart of cream - more if it's pure Jersey milk.

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  7. No rain here, either. Everything you said resonates. At least at work everyone but one is my age or older.

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    1. Michelle - That's not normal for your neck of the wood, is it? I always think it's so lush from all the rain (or maybe that's just because of your great photography?) In my small workplace, one person is my age and one is the Like Boy.

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  8. Dinner does indeed sounds delicious! Hope your spinach survives the thieves. I too seriously think the next generation will not know how to speak past the age of six.

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    1. DFW - They will also feel entitled to run the world at age six. Dinner was fab (except, with all the yakking I forgot the peas...) and so far, they haven't figured out how to get at the spinach.

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  9. Susan,

    Give this a shot, it may help. Sometimes the leaves will turn brown or curl on the edges because it's not getting enough water. Try giving the plant a little more water than you usually give it. If this makes a difference, then great. If not, your roots maybe restricted and the plant may require being planted in a larger container.

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    1. Sandy - Thank you! It's in a plastic container and it might just need a larger, ceramic one. I will give it a try, as I would love to add figs to my annual harvest!

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  10. Like well you know, like its uncool. Like I really mean it! Like I have no idea what your fig trees are doing but your so very correct about the loss of language, When I showed cattle I would arrive at the fair grounds wherever the show was and a lot of people I knew would come up and ask me for the word of the show....I would try to have a new and unusual word for every event. It was fun and I have to say I was often surprised at who would use some of the new words. Ray Rattrey.. a gruff and serious fitter who I often worked with became adept at the words dearth and plethora! He said there was always a dearth of money and a plethora of cow manure at the shows!

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    1. Fiona - My dad gave us a Word for the Day that we had to use in creative sentences. While it was a PIA when I was young, I realized later that it was a gift. I work crossword puzzles, which keeps my little grey cells exercised.

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  11. Wow can I come for dinner? :) Hack, hack. The brown might (maybe) be from your water? Do you have chlorinated water or? I figured not, but who knows? To much iron?

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    1. Nancy - Of course you can! I have well water and it's as hard as nails. It is also 'blessed' with sulfur. While that might be marvy in some health spas, it's not so great to live with. It doesn't seem to harm the rest of the plants, but it's something to think about - figs may be very sensitive.

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  12. Egads, Eating, Elocution and (e)lliteration! :) What is DS ? All I have come up with in the Urban Dictionary and other sources is Dear Son yet, you keep referring to DS as a she. Is your Dear Son a She, as in Bruce Jenner? Nothing wrong with that ...I don't judge. Or.... did you do a Dexter on him? Bless his /her little heart.

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    1. Spiderjohn - Honest to god, you just slay me! DS can also be Dear Sister, so you can just settle down and not worry about those green Cheerios.

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  13. Part of the speech pattern you describe is called "vocal fry." Very common in younger women today but many others also exhibit it. A good display in this video clip from a CBS Sunday Morning program: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YEqVgtLQ7qM&autoplay=1 Called something like "how to talk like a Kardashian". I will say, it drives me crazy, but maybe I'm just becoming crotchety as I age. Regarding fig, I also think it's related to water. If the plant is in too small container, it might be going through too-wet-then-too-dry cycles.

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