A Hose Runs Through It June 5, 2006
Posted by threadingwater in accordion, home, nature, poetry.trackback
Although it must seem as though I'm linking to wingnut extraordinaire, Michelle Malkin, at least three times a week (I'm just mad about her moussed 'do), in truth I ignore two-thirds of her gas-bag rantings.
But, when I noticed she posted a poetry entry, I couldn't help myself. You'all know poetry is my thing and, besides, in the world of wingnuttery, that poetic side was something I just never imagined existed.
I could have saved myself the two minute site visit. MM's taste in poetry is atrociously bad, running to the excrutiatingly over-blown and over-wrought. If you need a laugh, check it out. This piece of dreck couldn't be saved, even if you put it to an accordion chorus.
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Speaking of . . . here's today's accordion:
"Dance, goat, dance."
I've always wanted to say that.
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Finally, an update from another weekend in the garden. This is for Greatest Husband, currently rambling about in Colorado with Second-Greatest Son. If you spot a blue Subaru with Wisconsin plates and an orange whitewater canoe on the top, honk and blow him a kiss from me - because he didn't leave town without taking care of his woman. Look what he left me:
Rows and rows of lettuce and dill and cilantro. It's all so beautiful and delicious I want to lean over the garden wall and just bite it!
After a weekend of planting and mulching and general house-workery, that's about all the strength I have left for preparing dinner.
Feast your eyes on my completed raised garden bed project,
and find yourself a good poem.
Ooooooh. Ooooooh.
Now that the garden looks lovely, are you up for a little Tony Snow Death Watch over at my place?
Ooh, I’m so jealous! I love fresh greens from the garden! BTW, that’s not pressure-treated wood is it?
Kim, the wood is old cedar that served as cross bars on utility poles. A friend purchased a bunch of these at an auction and passed them along to me for a bargain price. No pressure-treated, creosoted wood for MY beds.