Walking Continues

Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. William Shakespeare, from The Taming of the Shrew Sweet potato blooms This was the year to try sweet potatoes. Friends seem to have luck with them and I know they are ridiculously good for you. The extra "slip" a friend shared with me was duly planted in a large container and it quickly sent out vining branches.  The blooms were beautiful and disclosed that sweet potatoes are in the same family as morning glories, tievines, and bindweed.* I was careful not to let the vines overrun the garden as I waited the 100 to 140 days until harvest. Should I say that sweet potatoes have never been a "go to vegetable" for me? I know they are ridiculously good for you, though.  Today was the day.  This has been the year of the paper wasp. I've had them build 4 nests in the tomatoes, two in the okra, and this one on the edge of the sweet potato pot. I've also found them in other locations - delaying weeding. Only stung...

To live in this world  you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ~ Mary Oliver, from In Blackwater Woods . We visited a local park, with wildflowers and poetry in our hands and hearts. It was quiet - only bird songs and our recitations for the day broke the silent peace there.  We carried a couple of flat rocks - for memory. One the perfect skipping stone. One, from Ireland, fit perfectly in a palm.  A butterfly, a Grey Hairstreak, stopped briefly at the wildflowers.  We ate our breakfast tacos (and I drank my coffee) and then we headed home to get on with the day. Gaillardia Zelda ready for her "second" breakfast. At the rising sun and at its going down;  We remember them. At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter;  We remember them. At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring;  We reme...