Cry Havoc

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves

 Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

 It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. 

My Grandmother's Long Shadow

My grandmother was a gardener. She produced fruit and vegetables like America produces fat kids. She supplied her family and the rest of the neighborhood with greens aplenty. And she did it in the dessert of Utah. She's getting on in years now, and her capacity to bend and weed a bit limited.

We're attempting to carry on the legacy a bit. It's not a huge garden. It certainly wouldn't sustain us, but we might have a spare zucchini or two to share in a few months if bugs don't kill them like they did last year.

Nora eats spinach.

Snap peas and beans

Owl decoys don't really work. The birds are still getting our strawberries. Does anyone have a real owl?