Meredith does good to focus on Barbara. It's the season to be eating local asparagus and rhubarb, yahoo.

Somewhere I've read or dreamed, 'Show me your garden, I wish to speak of your soul.'

I say, 'Look inside my farm truck: smell a rotten potato, knifes, nuts, bolts, manure, screwdrivers, oiled grease rags, bag of white dutch clover, and a empty six pack of Sam Adams ale and you'll see how 'screwed' up I am.'

Serious, no convincing needed here.

Blueberry Hill Vegetable Farm (organic "hippo" farm tease)

We did hectic (Wildflower Community Supported Agriculture) the delivery CSA---season food only, grower only, no buy and resell...for several years but the opportunities to grow too fast, scared the lazy hands helpers off. I love the idea of a well ran CSA, but once and awhile a customer complain about beets, tearful onions, swiss chard being multi-colored, yellow swiss veggies...What!...a slug eating cabbage, and "something in that asparagus made a yogin'urine smell..." What!

...it was a juggle and no one liked staying in the barn veg. packing sweat shop dripping on the lettuce mix.

When I start putting a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the weekly CSA brown box of a ashen potato's chip lover complainer's, a lady seeing no humor it...We went back to farm markets and ocassional marketing to a Pa Organic Cooperative etc.,...It's easy to get too busy. Keep the farm/garden well managed. The small 40 X 60 would be ideal. We are into big plots.

It's easy to go on too long about how important local growing, and know who grows our food (?) that we dare consume. thanks

At 8:54-- Anonymous had me bow my head with respect.

aVulcan @ 1:21-- had me nod my noggin up and down rapidly. And I am angered too.

Why wasn't/weren't the 'experienced' (Purple Hearts) war mangled people, those that go to DC who pledged to protect the people from maniacal crazies, hopping angry, very early on...anti-war, capable of discerning? Lies.

Why play stupid? Why not always be honest? Why send someone to hell-war if you've been to war and back? Twisted logic. And now it makes me very irate, every day hearing politicians jabber. Years ago, I went (invited) to a whoop-la with military, bands, gala in DC.

Tim Russert, Tom Brokaw, etc., spoke. Promoted their books, and a very chipper group sang war-song cadences. A very likable pep-ralley of a platoon size singers came to DC from Fort Bragg N.C.

Oh, the lure, the pageantry, and the recruit of the young into a real front line, day after day, that's as real PTSD as living with a drunk? I am glad my dad stopped drinking after a couple buds. I use to like to crush his beer can. He was always merry and saw WW2. His father was a West Pointer. His brother was a W.P.'er too, and poor Uncle Bernard was crushed and died in a freak plane crash at 'Andrews Field' (Andrews Air Force Base) on a foggy Thanksgiving morning. I have his chipped West Point ring. I was drafted and have one, and one was enough..of those "show and tell," kindergarten (?) nasty scars...

I'm turning into a Dodge Ram Rambler? No Comment is sometimes best.... some articles make me feel cracked open like a fried egg. I think I'll write a book about how to fry a egg, sunny side. A sequel, Why Break a Humped Dimply Egg Yoke?

Never leave here. Most of the time no one understands what I am saying, and most all of the other times, I can't, for the deer life of me, understand what some people are saying, either. I keep saying to myself in a near catatonic ginger trance, "I must try to understand."

Your baby--Love includes the world and time as a pregnant women includes her child whose wrongs she, and her hubby... must suffer and forgive. That is a plagiarized from a sorting through agrarian Wendell Berry. The Kentuckian writings are always wholesome food for thought.

I want a law added, an amendment to a Bill of Rights that is enforced. The Law? *People should have grandchildren first.*

Life gets hectic. Child rearing and cultivation of our precious offspring in the 21 century ain't easy. We must try to give children complete attention to what children can do to save us. In first several years after birth...Well, we often flunk. Give total attention, is what I'm saying. No Worry. The little todler is so entertaining and joy. I'll baby sit for a bottle of wine. If you have a corkscrew, that would be nice, and just leave a note on the table from your hubby about what mechanical gadgets needs fixed? Can he fix my computer?

My three children give me more joy than pain, but my three year old grandaughter is salvation. Buy some baby peeps for your children. Buy nothing from Wall Street's "Toys 'R' Use-less," I'd recommend. Love that baby to (not literal) death. Listen, and pay total attention. You know. And if that hubby don't do diapers, scrub dishes, and serve you tea while you feel crappy...(hint). Joke. I am too stinky and my truck smells worst than I do.