Full TwoFer Moon
Oh my, where does the time go? I just could not pull this thing off last month sorry (to the three of you who actually read my bull).That FMA coincided with the spring semester beginning and my online class beginning preparations. Whew! y'all technology is not my friend.
Full TwoFer Moon rises Monday minutes after the sun sets, should be a fine rising y'all! Moonshine or clouds Mimi and i will raise a glass (if we can find one in our mid-renovation kitchen) of tart red to you our friends.
1-17-20 Official Arbor Day in La, third Friday in January, mark your calendars. Me n my rag tag band of beloved hippies and Geologist Dr Brian Schubert planted a Paw Paw patch in the lawn at Hamilton Hall. WoooooHoooo! Then I loaded my trusty pickup with camping gear and headed to Chicot to spend the night with BSA Troop 67, Amy's youngest and my youngest grandson Mathew's troop. They left Geismer at dark and my goal was to arrive before dark to find a place to set up and be ready. I was late, they were very late. They arrived at 9, me at dark thirty. So I parked out of the way and waited. Decided to sleep in truck...bad choice.
1-18-20 Up and at em at dawn. Gourmet breakfast burritos to fuel my day then headed over to Arbo for Arbor Day Ceremony at the Louisiana Arboretum (Arbo). My grandson and 5 other rookie scouts performed the flag ceremony and helped Eric pass out tree seedlings, then we did a nature walk, very cool. Y'all should have been there. I was asked if I had any tree poems to read for Arbor Day Ceremony and I did so with great Joy (poemlets from Kai Siedneburg's Poems of Earth and Spirit that Ben gifted me with at Christmas) Storms rocked my tent tonight, Exciting! Hauled it for home and a nap late morning.
1-22-20 Today these quotes came over my wire:
"It just seems clear to me that as long as we are all here, it's pretty clear that the struggle is to share the planet, rather than divide it." Alice Walker
"Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it." Mary Oliver
1-23-20 1" rain last night, that makes for 6" this past week 3", 2" and 1". There goes our dry winter...oh well! I'm so glad to see it rain, I just love rainy days and nights.
From Kai Siedneburg:
The Gift of Rain
For the first time
in a long time
it rained today--
each tiny droplet
a gift
to a thirsty plant
or animal.
Seeds say "yes!"
Plants say "yes!"
Parched mosses
say "yes, yes, yes!"
From the tiniest
soil microbe
to the tallest Redwood,
we rejoice.
Wow! Thanks Kai and Ben
1-29-20 Margie Louise Yates Jenkins passed today at 98. Margie was a pistol. Her parents were both Pioneers of the Florida Parishes. She and my dad shared the same birthday, the same day, same age. They made a big deal of it too. I remember Margie as a dairyman's wife leading a dairyman's wife's life with a houseful of kids and her Briant to reinforce. Margie started out saving and growing the wild plants of the upper Tchefuncte River valley. They lived east of Amite. What a lady, always so gracious and generous and loving and enthusiastic. Briant has been gone for a long time but i will always remember his smile, he was always smiling, she must have been quite a wife. I will miss my rides with Margie through her nursery on her golf cart.
Empty oil train E-W in Cade, 2 engines, 2 boxcars and 107 empty tankers
In honor of WC Fields B-day, today is National Curmudgeons day! Margaret gave her class that prompt plus some and a poem of her own and from lil AJ a 6th grader she got this poem and some crazy art work:
National Curmudgeons Day
Angry Growler,
loudest shouter.
A faultfinder,
spirit grinder.
Always shut in,
a curmudgeon.
AJ
1-31-20 HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DECLARATION!!!
Today January 31, 2020 marks the official beginning of SPRING 2020 down here on the upper gulf rim! HEAR YE, HEAR YE! I have spoken!
All the signs are in place, it is so!
So I'm beginning to worry about this spring thangie accelerating faster and faster until it falls on New Years day and then soon spring 20?? would happen at the end of the year before. I know I should get a life and hobby that kills such crazy thoughts.
2-1-20 I used to declare Valentines Day official rose pruning time. Not! Too late, this Global Climate Change thangie is messing with my calendar. Prune them now! If Trump has the WH rose garden pruned on Valentines that should be about right. He can tweet any old excuse he wishes, but I'm sticking to my story.
2-2-20 Showdown at High Noon, oil train moving E-W, downtown NI.
2-8-20 LNPS annual meeting. Another amazing landscaping with natives triumph, world class, it followed the wonderful presentation this fall by Charles Allen and Larry Weaner, thank you Marc Pastorek, our fearless leader. Your reign has been memorable.
John Mayronne and I were awarded twin Karlene DeFata awards of excellence. Y'all this is a big thang in my world. LNPS is my kind of organization made of my heros, so this means extra to me.
2-9-20 OHHHH NOOOOO! I missed the FMA. I did tip a glass of tart red to you guys anyway.
2-10-20 Renovation of our kitchen begins. Really minor, except we have to move much and cover everything.
2-13-20 Pat Lewis has passed on today. Pat was the woman in charge of the purse strings of the Cajun Prairie society and lately the Friends of the Arboretum. Pat was not shy about asking for dues and donations. She was a fungi person, she and husband David were the go-too folks when it came to mushroom IDs and edibility. I will miss her, she was always good to me.
2-14-20 Predawn, a magnificent last quarter moon.
2-19-20 Charles Ophe born to Megan and Adam, both former students. CO was predicted to be a female by yours truly, so that brings down my batting average a bit. I detected no disappointment in their reaction today, whew!
2-26-20 Paula's birthday today, she catches up with but does not pass me for a brief few days this month.
There is a dusting of pollen on my truck this morning. Must be spring!
2-27-20 On my way in to work on La 92 this am I was overflown by a 200+ flock of birds, headed S, familiar but different by wing beat, by coloration, by attitude in flight, some kind of largish shore bird in migration? Cool y'all.
2-28-20 I have begun Douglas W. Tallamy's newest book, Nature's Best Hope, this week! This is big important read for me I find myself thinking along the same lines as DWT, but he articulates these ideas so well. Shhhhhh, then I steal them and take credit!
These two great quotes crank this work off to a fast start. "Conservation Biology...(is) a description with a deadline." by one of my heroes in life, Edward O. Wilson. Take this one too "We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them." from Albert Einstein. Thank you Albert and EO.
i also ordered my new Hope Jahren book, release date soon, "The Story of More: How We Got to Climate Change and Where to Go from Here". Y'all, I am so excited! Hope is the Lab Girl girl.
3-1-20 I was surprised as I moved over my landscape this morning panning side to side and up and down to note an American Robin gleaning the last berries off of the I. decidua. Lean times out there in the wild, the only fresh fruits are American Elm and SRMaple and a variety of holly berries.
Carolina Wren couple courting and mating and nest building in patio area, very noisy process, wonderfully noisy.
3-3-20 Today I approached my good friend, fellow gardener (I call him the department farmer_
) and go-to Frenchman, Dr. Raphael G. about my dad's name for Ditch Daisy, Butter Top, yellow top, Senecio. Dad called them, as I understood him, PissSoleil which in my understanding had to do with the color of urine, yellow and the sun. Raphael shook his head and pondered my crude attempt at pronouncing the word. He then said that the word for Dandelion in french is was Pissenlit or sunsquirt and this may be the same word for Senecio. Wow y'all aint that cool. Piss references, well, piss or an udder, so squirt and the other part, the light of the sun. So cool. Senecio glabellus are the yellow flowers that are blooming all over now, ditch banks, field furrows and so on, everywhere. I get so many questions about what they are this time of year.
3-5-20 I picked up on some Robins beginning to eat I cornuta berries. I have loads on the driveway Needlepoint hedge.
I'm working on my end of driveway political sign. It will say "BERNIE FOR PRESIDENT...
HE IS NOT TRUMP!"
From my copy of David Lee's Mine Tailings, signed by the poet hisseff, and being somewhat of a political statement in and of itself:
What My Grandmother Told Me
When I Was Four
And We Were Making Soap
You have to boil the lye
in a large kettle over open fire
till the scum floats to the top
then you pourn it off
onto the ground and let it kill the weeds
and keep the clean for soap
the separation of lye and scum
being the first stage in the creation
of personal hygiene, decency and cleanliness
the key principle being
bring things involving lye to a boil
the scum will always float up
Speaking of political poets here is Opal, after back to back articles in the May 2007 Daily Iberian about a anti-sagging ordinance in a neighboring town and a follow-up comment by an official about sagging bra straps... this must have touched a sensitive nerve for my buddy Opal.
Grandmothers Unite!
Here they come...
Arms chain-linked across the sidewalk
Parading their discontent
Sixties rebels holding on--
Bras still hot, but now
Lifting proudly eggplants
Where melons once grew,
Out in the open--shirtless--
Daring handcuffs to clasp
The wrinkled wrists of Grandmothers
Flaunting straps
Regardless of affront
To oncoming traffic.
Opal Broussard
peace love possumhugs
BT
Full TwoFer Moon rises Monday minutes after the sun sets, should be a fine rising y'all! Moonshine or clouds Mimi and i will raise a glass (if we can find one in our mid-renovation kitchen) of tart red to you our friends.
1-17-20 Official Arbor Day in La, third Friday in January, mark your calendars. Me n my rag tag band of beloved hippies and Geologist Dr Brian Schubert planted a Paw Paw patch in the lawn at Hamilton Hall. WoooooHoooo! Then I loaded my trusty pickup with camping gear and headed to Chicot to spend the night with BSA Troop 67, Amy's youngest and my youngest grandson Mathew's troop. They left Geismer at dark and my goal was to arrive before dark to find a place to set up and be ready. I was late, they were very late. They arrived at 9, me at dark thirty. So I parked out of the way and waited. Decided to sleep in truck...bad choice.
1-18-20 Up and at em at dawn. Gourmet breakfast burritos to fuel my day then headed over to Arbo for Arbor Day Ceremony at the Louisiana Arboretum (Arbo). My grandson and 5 other rookie scouts performed the flag ceremony and helped Eric pass out tree seedlings, then we did a nature walk, very cool. Y'all should have been there. I was asked if I had any tree poems to read for Arbor Day Ceremony and I did so with great Joy (poemlets from Kai Siedneburg's Poems of Earth and Spirit that Ben gifted me with at Christmas) Storms rocked my tent tonight, Exciting! Hauled it for home and a nap late morning.
1-22-20 Today these quotes came over my wire:
"It just seems clear to me that as long as we are all here, it's pretty clear that the struggle is to share the planet, rather than divide it." Alice Walker
"Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it." Mary Oliver
1-23-20 1" rain last night, that makes for 6" this past week 3", 2" and 1". There goes our dry winter...oh well! I'm so glad to see it rain, I just love rainy days and nights.
From Kai Siedneburg:
The Gift of Rain
For the first time
in a long time
it rained today--
each tiny droplet
a gift
to a thirsty plant
or animal.
Seeds say "yes!"
Plants say "yes!"
Parched mosses
say "yes, yes, yes!"
From the tiniest
soil microbe
to the tallest Redwood,
we rejoice.
Wow! Thanks Kai and Ben
1-29-20 Margie Louise Yates Jenkins passed today at 98. Margie was a pistol. Her parents were both Pioneers of the Florida Parishes. She and my dad shared the same birthday, the same day, same age. They made a big deal of it too. I remember Margie as a dairyman's wife leading a dairyman's wife's life with a houseful of kids and her Briant to reinforce. Margie started out saving and growing the wild plants of the upper Tchefuncte River valley. They lived east of Amite. What a lady, always so gracious and generous and loving and enthusiastic. Briant has been gone for a long time but i will always remember his smile, he was always smiling, she must have been quite a wife. I will miss my rides with Margie through her nursery on her golf cart.
Empty oil train E-W in Cade, 2 engines, 2 boxcars and 107 empty tankers
In honor of WC Fields B-day, today is National Curmudgeons day! Margaret gave her class that prompt plus some and a poem of her own and from lil AJ a 6th grader she got this poem and some crazy art work:
National Curmudgeons Day
Angry Growler,
loudest shouter.
A faultfinder,
spirit grinder.
Always shut in,
a curmudgeon.
AJ
1-31-20 HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DECLARATION!!!
Today January 31, 2020 marks the official beginning of SPRING 2020 down here on the upper gulf rim! HEAR YE, HEAR YE! I have spoken!
All the signs are in place, it is so!
So I'm beginning to worry about this spring thangie accelerating faster and faster until it falls on New Years day and then soon spring 20?? would happen at the end of the year before. I know I should get a life and hobby that kills such crazy thoughts.
2-1-20 I used to declare Valentines Day official rose pruning time. Not! Too late, this Global Climate Change thangie is messing with my calendar. Prune them now! If Trump has the WH rose garden pruned on Valentines that should be about right. He can tweet any old excuse he wishes, but I'm sticking to my story.
2-2-20 Showdown at High Noon, oil train moving E-W, downtown NI.
2-8-20 LNPS annual meeting. Another amazing landscaping with natives triumph, world class, it followed the wonderful presentation this fall by Charles Allen and Larry Weaner, thank you Marc Pastorek, our fearless leader. Your reign has been memorable.
John Mayronne and I were awarded twin Karlene DeFata awards of excellence. Y'all this is a big thang in my world. LNPS is my kind of organization made of my heros, so this means extra to me.
2-9-20 OHHHH NOOOOO! I missed the FMA. I did tip a glass of tart red to you guys anyway.
2-10-20 Renovation of our kitchen begins. Really minor, except we have to move much and cover everything.
2-13-20 Pat Lewis has passed on today. Pat was the woman in charge of the purse strings of the Cajun Prairie society and lately the Friends of the Arboretum. Pat was not shy about asking for dues and donations. She was a fungi person, she and husband David were the go-too folks when it came to mushroom IDs and edibility. I will miss her, she was always good to me.
2-14-20 Predawn, a magnificent last quarter moon.
2-19-20 Charles Ophe born to Megan and Adam, both former students. CO was predicted to be a female by yours truly, so that brings down my batting average a bit. I detected no disappointment in their reaction today, whew!
2-26-20 Paula's birthday today, she catches up with but does not pass me for a brief few days this month.
There is a dusting of pollen on my truck this morning. Must be spring!
2-27-20 On my way in to work on La 92 this am I was overflown by a 200+ flock of birds, headed S, familiar but different by wing beat, by coloration, by attitude in flight, some kind of largish shore bird in migration? Cool y'all.
2-28-20 I have begun Douglas W. Tallamy's newest book, Nature's Best Hope, this week! This is big important read for me I find myself thinking along the same lines as DWT, but he articulates these ideas so well. Shhhhhh, then I steal them and take credit!
These two great quotes crank this work off to a fast start. "Conservation Biology...(is) a description with a deadline." by one of my heroes in life, Edward O. Wilson. Take this one too "We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them." from Albert Einstein. Thank you Albert and EO.
i also ordered my new Hope Jahren book, release date soon, "The Story of More: How We Got to Climate Change and Where to Go from Here". Y'all, I am so excited! Hope is the Lab Girl girl.
3-1-20 I was surprised as I moved over my landscape this morning panning side to side and up and down to note an American Robin gleaning the last berries off of the I. decidua. Lean times out there in the wild, the only fresh fruits are American Elm and SRMaple and a variety of holly berries.
Carolina Wren couple courting and mating and nest building in patio area, very noisy process, wonderfully noisy.
3-3-20 Today I approached my good friend, fellow gardener (I call him the department farmer_
) and go-to Frenchman, Dr. Raphael G. about my dad's name for Ditch Daisy, Butter Top, yellow top, Senecio. Dad called them, as I understood him, PissSoleil which in my understanding had to do with the color of urine, yellow and the sun. Raphael shook his head and pondered my crude attempt at pronouncing the word. He then said that the word for Dandelion in french is was Pissenlit or sunsquirt and this may be the same word for Senecio. Wow y'all aint that cool. Piss references, well, piss or an udder, so squirt and the other part, the light of the sun. So cool. Senecio glabellus are the yellow flowers that are blooming all over now, ditch banks, field furrows and so on, everywhere. I get so many questions about what they are this time of year.
3-5-20 I picked up on some Robins beginning to eat I cornuta berries. I have loads on the driveway Needlepoint hedge.
I'm working on my end of driveway political sign. It will say "BERNIE FOR PRESIDENT...
HE IS NOT TRUMP!"
From my copy of David Lee's Mine Tailings, signed by the poet hisseff, and being somewhat of a political statement in and of itself:
What My Grandmother Told Me
When I Was Four
And We Were Making Soap
You have to boil the lye
in a large kettle over open fire
till the scum floats to the top
then you pourn it off
onto the ground and let it kill the weeds
and keep the clean for soap
the separation of lye and scum
being the first stage in the creation
of personal hygiene, decency and cleanliness
the key principle being
bring things involving lye to a boil
the scum will always float up
Speaking of political poets here is Opal, after back to back articles in the May 2007 Daily Iberian about a anti-sagging ordinance in a neighboring town and a follow-up comment by an official about sagging bra straps... this must have touched a sensitive nerve for my buddy Opal.
Grandmothers Unite!
Here they come...
Arms chain-linked across the sidewalk
Parading their discontent
Sixties rebels holding on--
Bras still hot, but now
Lifting proudly eggplants
Where melons once grew,
Out in the open--shirtless--
Daring handcuffs to clasp
The wrinkled wrists of Grandmothers
Flaunting straps
Regardless of affront
To oncoming traffic.
Opal Broussard
peace love possumhugs
BT
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