Posts tagged ‘strawberry’

Thunder, Lightning, Hail – Action?

So we had a nice thunderstorm the other day. Some 40 thousand lightning bolts an hour!
Rain that seemed to be taken from fantasy literature (aka Bible) or some bad B- Movie, drowning the land.
Hail!

I was asleep through most of it.

Once my wife woke me up to shut the widows completely.

Did that.
Went back to sleep.

Then she woke me up to tell me that she thinks it’s hailing.

Now what should I do about that if it is hailing?
Rush outside and protect the tomatoes and strawberries with my body?
Who am I?
Almanzo Wilder?
I don’t need pneumonia, nor a stroke!
Perhaps it’s hailing, so what?

Of course, I didn’t say any of that. I didn’t want to hurt her, or seem overly rude, although she would’ve understood everything about that argument, so I just mumbled (or grumbled) a ‘maybe’, in the hopes of going back to sleep.

After spending the rest of night lulled to sleep by rain, hail and thunder, I had to drain a few potted plants in the morning, nothing had been ruined by hail.

Hope you guys are okay, take care,
A.

Gardening 020515

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After labouring for half the day – including obtaining the seedlings – the balcony is filled with future edibles.
Raspberry, Blackberry, Tomatoes, Bellpeppers, Parsley, Habanero (for me) and mini cucumbers, as well as Salad.

Strawberries are on the west balcony, this is the east side balcony. Later we’ll add Chive…

Nice weekend, everyone.

Of lavender and roses

Sweet, thick and heavy mixture of lavender and roses.
And a hint of basswood/lime-blossom.

The perfect smell to kick off a summer night.
Admitted, it only serves as a base for other smells to play in this sticky, warm, damp air of a summer night, With crickets chirping, warm breezes, flickering stars and a fuzzy moon, and air as viscous as sap.

Every breath drawn brings on a new parade of associations for the same smell, so lavender and roses soon give way to chestnut-wood and cherries, which in turn let grass and nightly remnants of flowery smells take over, only to be replaced by lilac and strawberry blossoms.

Over and over.
Yet, it all returns to lavender and roses, with a side note of moist earth and a hint basswood blossoms.

As the city slowly falls aslumber under a layer of moist, and a thin crust of salt, the refreshing taste of lavender and roses an basswood-blossoms lingers in the evening breeze. It waves good by late in the following morning. As it greets us, welcomes us home, lulls us to sleep and – significantly cooler than the eve before – wishes us a good morning.

Summer is finally here, announced by lavender and roses, on moist earth and a hint of basswood.
Breathe!
Breathe it in, how ever hard it may be to breathe sap, breathe and let the mesmerizing smell entrance you.
Breathe. As am I.

With every note of the flowery, sweet and thick, voluptuous smell in the heavy, hot air of a summer eve comes a million nascent dreams poured out, dripping alongside you like rain…summer nights…

Enjoy, what ever it is that you may be doing, for the end of summer lingers ever since spring began, and the stirring smell of autumn is hidden beneath the voluminous smell that enchantes my senses into thinking.

Breathe…

Ballad of the Strawberry-Shark

In mommy’s belly the baby safe and sound,
felt all too sleepy, not like moving around.

But mummy got worried that it didn’t kick,
worried so much that she almost felt sick.

Out of the blue in daddys mind an idea did spark:
“Kick mommy now, before she gets bit by the strawberry-shark!”

“Teeny tiny biting her fingers hard,
such is the threat of the strawberry shark.”

A huge smile appeared on mommy’s lips,
inside her belly, protesting kicks.

(Thats a true story BTW)