In today’s fast-paced American life, convenience is factored into just about everything we do. Be it queuing up to a coffee shop, having shirts dry-cleaned, or hiring a lawn maintenance, people simply don’t have enough time in a day to do all that is necessary to manage a home and family. It is decidedly hard living in this digital, 24/7, gotta-have-it-right-now 21st century. We have resorted to leaning on others, outsourcing the nagging little parts of our lives so that we may enjoy the bonus extra time of not having to do a single thing.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it. This little blog got trampled this past week in a very good way thanks to someone’s sharing my latest post on Facebook. In the course of a few days, my stats flew off the chart, and if you’ve been following here long enough (as most of my friends and family have), you may know that that doesn’t happen very much (it last happened in 2012).
I am not engaged in any social media outside of WordPress. Because of this, I literally have no clue as to how or through whom this even happened.
Back in 2012, I got excited about a new gardening concept, one which seemed to prove what I had been learning in my own yard — that building soil is the foundation to healthy plants.
The keyhole garden is a self-watering, self-feeding raised bed that is built entirely with recycled materials (stones, brick, phone books, cardboard, newsprint, leaves, manure, grass clippings, etc.) and maintained through the compost center basket. It is essentially a ‘hot compost’ that is directly planted into, volcano shaped for moisture retention in addition to the shading from densely packed and mulched plants on the surface.
Can you say seventy tomatoes in a 6-ft diameter garden? I never would have believed it if I hadn’t heard it myself.
There is something very calming about a sky after a rain storm. After weeks of doing rain dances and wishing for something, anything, to water our thirsty trees, we finally got some following several weeks of flash-drought (that’s what they’re calling it now).
Cropped out was football practice for many
and middle school below the levee.
The purpose of my outing was not this beautiful sky, though it was certainly nice to be out under it. I had other photographic intentions.
The Roosting Tree
I have been itching for a decent photographic position of a particular tree down the street from us. For years, we have watched daily as birds fly in to it and roost for the night. I even posted about it earlier this year — there’s a nice sound byte with it.