74 bar falls 29.85 0mph NNW dew-point 56 sunrise 6:11 sunset 8:25 Lughnasa
Waxing Gibbous Corn Moon
The punk hairdos of our Country Gentlemen corn now resemble pubic hair, albiet a dark purple. Sex and the country gentlemen. Though I’ve seen corn grown all my life, I’ve never done it myself. The simple, elegant sexuality of these green giants intrigues me. The tassel pops out of the top, spreads its stamens. The developing ears–seed pods–push out this delicate female part, the silk, to receive the pollen which falls down as wind rustles the tassel. Each seed on the ear has a silk that runs straight to it. A gravity based system. One of the tiny miracles in a garden of major miracles.
There is nothing on the planet so miraculous as the photosynthetic driven production of carbohydrates. Without this marvel the food chain has no beginning link. No beginning link, no chain at all. It would not be out of place to stop by a plant tonight or tomorrow, put your hands together, bow a bit and say Namaste. A gracias, too, perhaps.
Kate’s home. She had fun with the grandkids. She’s really become a grandma and a good one. A pleasure to see. She cooked tonight. Spaghetti squash, tomato cucumber and onion salad, fish. All but the fish from our place.
This evening I plucked bubils from the leaf junctions of three of my lilium. After dipping them in some root hormone, I took a pair of pick-ups and slotted them into soil pellets. The pellets went into small plastic six packs. The whole went out to the garden to receive water and sun. After they’ve grown a bit, I’ll transplant them to the second tier bed down by the patio. I’ve never tried propagating lilies this way before, but it was common in the 19th century according to my lily culture book.