In the Garden

Here is the patch of broccoli raab, stretching toward the sun. We have many lettuces of all kinds for dinner every evening. We'll have broccoli this week, and there are peppers as well. The swiss chard is over the attack from the grasshoppers, and soldiers on. The collards are huge and we eat a lot of them. The tomatoes are coloring up and the peas and beans are in the offing. I even see the butternut squash so tiny yet, and all potential.

The vegetable garden gives us daily food, and it is beautiful to see this bounty with the butterflies zooming into the zinnias and red sage that grow amidst the vegetables.

This wonderful experience of the fall garden this year is such an antidote to the rest of life- politics and the crappy issues of health.

We went to the debate between Sink and Scott the other night. Oy Vey! All political discourse is now down to tiny sound bites; it would be great if any one of them could have the arena to really trade their thoughts on policy and philosophy! I fear for our state! Total weirdness is happening here.

So I am glad that we have our conservation easement on our hundreds of acres in the Green Swamp, no guns, our paradise with many birds and wildlife. Our near neighbors will never come here for a social occasion because they know that we harbor such friends as blacks, Hispanics, lesbians, gays, children, and maybe even transgendered, and certainly Obama Democrats. Folks, this is the American electorate. It depresses me.

The moon is waning but bright and the bats are out. I love this place.