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Watered Garden, I was watching on a program the other day about crews employed in Georgia and especially near Atlanta. Their only job is to keep the kudzu at bay. This stuff is immune to even the most lethal brush killer. It is the roots that are so hardy. Unbelievably invasive. I wonder if Chinese cows eat this stuff. Goats do not eat kudzu. So, if goats do not eat it that is a huge clue!!!! But I have heard of some hill folks cooking and eating it. Even know of some folks that use the vines to make beautiful baskets.

Mstar1, it is United States Specialty Sports Association.

I was thinking it might be a Mr. Magoo kind of answer.....tortise and the hare kind of answer.... Gotta get my thinking up to "speed."

So... If I translate Aramaic words, sentences or meanings and say what those words mean am I copywrite infringing on the Aramaic language? twi can sue for this? Maybe, I am not getting something here.....

Yum....the nectar of the honeysuckle. Gosh, I remember that sweet simple child delight. We thought we had discovered something. I will never forget when I showed my children to do that. Very good for allergies eating the stamen and anther. Of course, you have to fight the bees for it. Those boogers will literally gang up and defend what is rightfully their territory. I was in the veggie garden today looking at the butterbean flowers. The bees were determined to let me know the garden belonged to them. Literally, they chased me away. I said, o. k., excuse me, I just want to look. I will get out of the way and let you do your thing. Really, I know better than to walk in the garden when the flowers are in bloom. That could reduce the development of the beans. I was just so proud to still have them producing this late in the season. The bees were more proud. They won. They always will.

I missed the LLWS. The boy had baseball practice 4-7. Playing in a USSSA tournament this coming weekend. The new season has just started. Can ya'll believe we are in September of the ML baseball season? It seems just like yesterday we were panting for it to start.

Bobo, on the left, says, "Ohhhh, nooooo, doofus, you were suppose to go for the real jewels...the diamond necklace!!!"

Google Channon Christian and Christopher Newsome. Ask why this horrible, unthinkable crime never made headlines.......

Oh, yeh, I forgot to mention about the compost tea...Leafy's post reminded me....use it within 24 hours. After that, all the oxygen pumped into it will be gone. Something about the oxygen in it activates all that goodly/beneficial stuff. Oh, Leafy, a flower lover after my own heart. Zinnias are my favorite. They are so showy and beautiful. Gee golly, they survive any and everything. Mrs. Crowe lives across the street from us. About 8 years ago she survived a brain anuresym (sp?). It was quite miraculous. The boy was quite distraught. He said I can't imagine life without Mrs. Crowe. When she came home we cut zinnias from my garden and the boy took them to her. It has been his tradition since then to cut and take zinnias to her a couple of times during the summer. Waysider, your worries are over. I will be right over to collect a bag full of those seeds!!! I have the larger flower Clematis (don't remember the name) around the mailbox. It doesn't cast seed, because I have never had babies spring up. But, I have rooted it tens of time over to share with folks. Eeewwee, Watered Garden, Confederate Jasmine, mercy sakes!!! The aroma is intoxicating. I love this plant because it blooms in the spring and then again in the fall. I have it right outside my living room window on a trellis. It is on the same bloom cycle as the honeysuckle. The honeysuckle is a real pest because it can be so invasive. Its aroma and show is its redeeming factor. I keep it on a fence near the vegetable garden because it attracts the bees. Cut it and bring it into the house....mhmhmh.

Pete Rose is in the Baseball Hall of Fame museum. All his accolades are mentioned. His picture is there and other stuff is there behind a glass. He just won't be inducted into the hall of fame. And rightfully so. He was a bad boy and did a no-no. My opinion extends also to those that have used drugs, i. e. steroids. Onto a happier note that intiated me coming to this thread is the Little League World Series. Aaaaahhhhh, baseball in its purest sense. To watch these precious boys, with nothing but love for the game.... my favorite time of the baseball season.

Watered Garden do you have composted compost? If you do then you have to brew it. Down home method: Compost...not stuff composting but true black gold compost 5 gallon bucket and some sort of lid 1 leg from a pair of panty hose fish tank pump water...if water from the spigot and city water let sit for 24 hours before using Fill bucket a few inches from top with water. Put pump in water and turn on to make sure water level is not so high it bubbles over and out. Adjust water level if necessary. Let water bubble about 3 or 4 inches from top. DO NOT touch pump unless you unplug it first!!!! Fill stocking with about 6 inches of compost leaving enough room at top stocking to hang over side of bucket. Water, pump and stocking is in bucket. Put on the lid, turn on the pump and let brew for 24 hours. Unplug pump, remove lid, remove pump, and stocking. You now have compost tea. Spread the compost from the stocking in the garden. I have one of those pump sprayers that I fill with the tea. Saturate the leaves and soil. Happy gardening, lovies.

Oh, why the heck not and let's throw caution to the wind!!! Woohoo!!! Make it a BYOB!!! Celebrate good times, come on!!!

Thought the speckled butterbeans were done for and then had more rain. The amount of rain we have had this time of year is quite unusual. I go out to the garden to pull them up and cart them off to the compost bin. Low and behold, there are new flowers...and lots of them. This weekend I am going to lavish the plants and soil with compost tea. More unusual is the wind that has continued to blow. Never ever in my southern life, which has always been except for one year, have I known a wind to breeze during dog days or the days after. I saw on a garden show this morning that spraying compost tea on squash leaves (amongst the gazillion other benefits of compost tea) helps prevents powdery mildew.

Dang, now I feel like I look like one hot mama compared to these guys. Maybe, they enjoyed too much of that California sun. The boy loves Leave It To Beaver. He is mesmerized by the show. "Wow, mom, is that how times use to be?" This is the same boy that asked me some years ago if paved roads had been invented when I was a kid. I think this was about the time he was studying Roman history! While still involved in the public school system I read a report/study. It was 5 years ago and I don't remember the source. It was a magazine published for teachers. Full episodes of Leave It To Beaver were shown to at risk students. At first, students guffawed and made fun. By the second episode these students were interested and captivated. The study reported that the episodes had a calming effect of the students. Students were quoted as saying they wish they had a family like that. Very interesting article.

Twinky, as soon as I cross the pond I will be there for left overs!!! Yum, Yum, Yummy. That is my kind of eating, girl. There is a satisfaction, that I can't find the words to describe, from eating what you have grown. Work, tend, amend and cultivate the soil. Select the right plantings and seed. Save seed and care for it. Plant at just the right time. And then wait... Watch it grow and produce. Spend hours taking care of the plants, the fruit, worrying about the lack of rain or too much, analyzing and correcting any problem that could affect production, etc., etc., etc. Then the pay off.....eating, canning and preserving the fruits of your labor. When it is winter and everything is in gardening limbo, sitting down to dinner and those beans are on the table or you open the Mason jar of tomatoes for that sauce...makes one proud and thankful. It is the charge that keeps you going for the next season. As we say here in the deep south...I'm fixin to plant some greens. Took soil samples to my local university extension service to have it analyzed.

Yes, indeed, Shellon.

Groucho, my thoughts exactly. I read the posts and thought what do they have to hide? Who are these people? Then I realized it is all about the same ole control thing. Shellon, honey, my heart was torn reading your posts.

I read chaotic neutral and this brain of mine immediately thought of jumbo shrimp. Ya know, kinda oxymoronish.

Oh, WG, a girl after my own heart. North Carolina....aaahhhh, that is where I lived for so long as a child and where my grandparent's farm was. In a little town called Fremont. Just outside of Goldsboro. I have much family that still lives there. We go there and leave our cares behind. It is like Mayberry to us. Since we moved away from there it has been a tradition in our family, when we reach Wayne County, to roll down the windows, stick our head out and breathe in the air. We say, "Mmmmmm, this is God's country." I swear, the air does smell sweeter. Years later, I lived in Greenville (that is where my first child was born) and then in Charlotte. All parts of NC are wonderful.

Aaahhh, running through rows of corn. My grandparents were farmers on the east side of NC. I think I have shared some of this before. Don't stop me if I have. It is just too good. They grew acres and acres of corn. Enough corn to feed the pigs and chickens and enough white corn, Silver Queen, to feed us through the winter. When I think of my sweetest joys as a child it was running non-stop through those corn fields. We would lay down in the rows and daydream, tell stories, play games and chase black snakes. It is all still very real to me today. I wish I could have provided a corn field for my children. I will for my grandbabies. WG, our extension service recommends liming in the winter for the next summer crop. I must not be liming enough in that new area. But I have heard so many success stories like yours that just dump it in when they plant. I am always afraid I will over do it. The directions say 1 pound per 100 square feet. That is a 10x10, right? I am sure I do that. Plus, I am going to amend the wahoo out of that area this fall and winter. 100 quarts, huh?11?!! I am jealous. My grandma canned like that. There was a cellar in the pack house. Holy macaroni, there was jars of everything in there. That is also where they stored the potatoes and onions. Once canning season started the women didn't get together again to quilt until it was over.

Hel freaking lo. Where are the insurance companies lobbying? What a joke. It would be vewwy intewesting to make a note, or maybe two, of the politicians in district of criminals with interests (the operative word here) in insurance companies and pharmaceutical companies.

I don't know about "forever."

I still have an old Good Seed cassette tape. All of my children still remember words to those songs. Have not played it for some years. Plugged it in the other day and the boy sang the words. I was equally amazed that I found a cassette player. I love that tape because it reminds me of sweet innocent times. Like some have said, before it became managed or controlled.

Dang waysider, I wish I could be that hilarious and think up stuff like that!!! Risque bunions. Too funny! gc honey, I am feeling for you about your tomatoes. Don't forget to clear all those tomato plants and mulch out and throw it away. Far far away. After you do this don't forget to wash your hands and change your clothes before you go into any other part of the garden. I have been reading up on this stuff and many diseases can be carried into other parts of the garden. After my first glorious initial pickings and then the 5 gallon bucket of tomatoes worthy of worship, my plants dried up, literally, in a week. That was just after a big rain. We had not had a rain in nearly 2 months. It was a lack of calcium in the soil. We have heavy clay. I thought I had applied enough lime. The Dog Days are waning. The hot wet sauna towel wrapped around the body and face is becoming less noticable. This is a sure sign it is time to start prepping for the fall garden.