थे फौर ग्रेट गोद्देस्स मंत्र

इ चंगे माय पेज एडिटर तो उसे थे ओल्ड एडिटर। इ गो तो टाइप एंड इ ऍम व्रितिंग इन हन्दू। इ दोन'टी क्नोव हाउ थे लन्गुअगे चंगेद। बुत सींचे इ ऍम स्पेअकिंग इन हिन्दू, इ विल गिवे अ हिन्दू कुओते:

"ॐ हरिम क्रीम हम श्रीम "



~ क्रो

travel in meditation

testing

The kind words of a fellow traveler

iron and wine

One of my favorite videos...

~crow

garden tribute

I was getting a shovel to harvest the carrots. You see, we were cleaning out the upper garden and getting it ready for a fall garden and harvest. I came back up the hill, shovel in hand. I noticed then that Caleb was there with Rusty. I didn't notice until I was all the way up there that Caleb had brought Rusty the phone. I looked at Rusty feeling the color fade from my face. Rusty nodded at me, and I knew then, you were gone.


We stood there in the garden for awhile, not knowing what to do. But we said a few words about you. Then, we went back to work. Tears and sweat are both salty. We continued harvesting cabbage heads, and baby organic carrots, along with the last of the romaine and a bushel of green beans. I kept tasting the food. Dirt and all. I felt like everything tasted a little sweeter, as I remembered you, there. I looked back at the house, and smiled as the sun slowly set over it, Gratitude filled my aching heart, .


I would not be working this land, had it not been for you. You believed in the dream. So look Boompa... look at my harvest today, look what grew.

cleaning organic baby carrots

one of the young hens laid her first brown egg in the nest box today

 

fresh picked green beans

"Make no little plans, they have no magic to stir men's blood and will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble and logical plan never dies, but long after we are gone will be a living thing." Lita Bane

the tribute

In loving memory of Raymond L. Terrell.

September, 1924 - July, 2011

~crow

beautiful lives

I went out just before dusk and snapped a few picture of the hibiscus. They are blooming everywhere. I could never get them growing this well in FL. I think they are a tropical or subtropic bush. But here it seems everything grows. It grows big. The farmer and his wife must have planted the hibiscus when they lived here. The bushes are huge, and this year, right now their blooms are plentiful. I am going to start taking care of them better.

With late day bees buzzing I took a few pictures.

I weeded my carrots and noticed I have a little bunny that must come snack at night. So I took a picture of a carrot, in the event that I may not have another chance.

After the photo, I ate that tasty root, dirt and all. It was sweet and crunchy with a little grit. I wandered over to the stone garage, where I have some volunteer pumpkins. Right in the spot where I tossed the soft jack-o-lantern last year. I love volunteers. These vines are way ahead of the ones I planted.

volunteer pumpkin

Big Pumpkin, said the witch! My favorite Halloween book. I had the accompanying tape long ago and sang it to my kids and nieces. :-)

"First they pulled hard and then they pulled harder, but the pumpkin just sat... DRAT! said the Witch."