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What a merry-go-round I'm on.
My ways are just so simple and I'm truly like the village idiot who enjoys life in spite of everything going down in the world around him.
I read that the F.B.I. man who captured the notorious
Bill Hale, did so by pretending to be the local
daft person who would dance for nickles. All the time he was dancing he was listening to the talk around him.
Thus, nailing Bill Hale as the killer of the Osage people. This was in some book somewhere, can't remember which one!
Dad used to say, "Don't ever feel sorry for your kids, it will kill you." I've found pure truth in his words. :) So, indeed, it is simpler just to dance for nickles I've found
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the peppermint tea leaves need cutting and drying also the sage and basil. My Celosia is as high as my head and going back to its mother plant the Cockcomb, so I need to cut, mark and label those seeds. They grow so well in this soil and the gasp of someone's breath as they walk out the back door where they grow om brilliant dark burgandy red is definitely worth the effort.
We entertained one night some old friends and as I complained about the tomato plants drying up and not producing one tomato because of the summer heat.
"Should I just cut them down?" I asked.
"No, no don't cut them. Just water and keep them alive.
When it gets cooler they will produce in a great way if you can keep them alive." And so it is there are small green tomatoes in abundance. A freeze next week will force me to pick them, but I've found they will ripen in the house.
The little bit of work I did to entertain gave me back that tid-bit of knowledge and what a fine reward
for us who love tomatoes so much.
"I met a man, a man, Bo-Jangles was his name. Oh Bo-Jangles, dance, dance, dance with me."
My ways are just so simple and I'm truly like the village idiot who enjoys life in spite of everything going down in the world around him.
I read that the F.B.I. man who captured the notorious
Bill Hale, did so by pretending to be the local
daft person who would dance for nickles. All the time he was dancing he was listening to the talk around him.
Thus, nailing Bill Hale as the killer of the Osage people. This was in some book somewhere, can't remember which one!
Dad used to say, "Don't ever feel sorry for your kids, it will kill you." I've found pure truth in his words. :) So, indeed, it is simpler just to dance for nickles I've found
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the peppermint tea leaves need cutting and drying also the sage and basil. My Celosia is as high as my head and going back to its mother plant the Cockcomb, so I need to cut, mark and label those seeds. They grow so well in this soil and the gasp of someone's breath as they walk out the back door where they grow om brilliant dark burgandy red is definitely worth the effort.
We entertained one night some old friends and as I complained about the tomato plants drying up and not producing one tomato because of the summer heat.
"Should I just cut them down?" I asked.
"No, no don't cut them. Just water and keep them alive.
When it gets cooler they will produce in a great way if you can keep them alive." And so it is there are small green tomatoes in abundance. A freeze next week will force me to pick them, but I've found they will ripen in the house.
The little bit of work I did to entertain gave me back that tid-bit of knowledge and what a fine reward
for us who love tomatoes so much.
"I met a man, a man, Bo-Jangles was his name. Oh Bo-Jangles, dance, dance, dance with me."
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