Ahhhh, Heaven, thy name is chocolate mint

Tags: gardening
Current Mood: cheerful

Every Friday there is a farmers market in A-bay, and last week I stoppe din after work.

There as a cool guy selling yhome grown and spun yarn as well as a plethora of yummy looking garden plants, so this week bill and I went down to grab so sweetness.

The haul:
A tealish worsted yarn,
Four types of tomatoes: Pineapple, Persimmon, Black Cherry and Plum Lemon.
Three types of Basil: Licorice, Lemon and Genovese
Two peppers: Czechoslovakian black (spicy) and a sweet one that doesn't have a label, but starts with a 'J'
Oregano
And spearmint, next week he'll have some chocolate mint for us as well!

:: SQUEEE! ::

Tags: gardening, platypus nest
Current Mood: bouncy

We went out and put flowers on Sam's and Poppi's graves today, it was sad; Sam's grave was gross, grass and bird crap, and dirt all over it. It's like Aunt Grace and those people don't even care. And because of the wet and warm weather we've been having, Poppi's stone is growing moss in the engraved parts. So mom said she's going to go see if she can find some good marble cleaner for Sam's stone and moss killer for Poppi's. We drove by Grandpa Stone (Grandmas first husband, Floyd Welbourn, died before I was born, we would always go and take care of his grave though, and I would call it Grandpa Stone when I was little, and it stuck.) The bushes we planted are dead again (this is the third pair), the cemetery soil is too sandy for most plants, and it looks like the cemetery is suffering a blight anyways, because the shrubs they had planted are all dead too. So mom bought these beautiful white rose bushes to plant on either side and a bunch of red geraniums to put in front, and we have tons of potting soil and miracle grow to keep them alive.

I just realized how depressing this post must seem, talking about 3 dead people and their grave stones. oh well. I loved Sam he might as well have been my brother, Poppi (Grandpa Lambert, Grandma's second husband) was one of my best friends, he taught me how to play poker. And Grandpa Stone has been something the family takes care of as a whole for as long as I can remember. So these things are important.

Also, while at Brookside I realized how beautiful cemeteries can be, the old grave stones and monuments, some of them are real works of art. And Brookside has several very large duck ponds filled will all sorts of ducks, swans and geese, and a heron or two. When I was a little kid we would always take a loaf of old bread with us when we went to take care of Grandpa Stone, and feed it to the ducks when we were done. I'm thinking of someday taking my camera up there and taking pictures, it really is quite pretty.

Tags: beyond the veil, critters, family, gardening, memories, outside
Current Mood: calm