Wednesday in the garden: Tomatoes and peppers and roses, oh my!
Poetry Sunday: Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman
You probably remember poet Amanda Gorman from her appearance at the inauguration of President Biden. She read her poem "The Hill We Climb" on that occasion. After the senseless slaughter in Uvalde this week, she was inspired to write another poem which was published in The New York Times. It seemed perfect for the occasion and so I stole it in order to feature it here, just in case you didn't get a chance to read it in the Times . Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman Everything hurts, Our hearts shadowed and strange, Minds made muddied and mute. We carry tragedy, terrifying and true. And yet none of it is new; We knew it as home, As horror, As heritage. Even our children Cannot be children, Cannot be. Everything hurts. It’s a hard time to be alive, And even harder to stay that way. We’re burdened to live out these days, While at the same time, blessed to outlive them. This alarm is how we know We must be altered — That we must differ or die, That we must triumph or try.
You can't complain! Beauty and taste in your garden. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to that first ripe tomato in a few weeks. Until then, there's always fried green tomatoes!
DeleteYou have tomatoes that big already?
ReplyDeleteI bought plants and planted them in February because I felt certain we were going to have an early spring. The trick with growing tomatoes here is to get ahead of the stinkbugs, so planting them as early as possible is the best strategy.
DeleteYou are way, way ahead of me. My tomato seedlings have only just sprouted their true leaves.. :(
ReplyDeleteTomatoes stop producing when it gets very hot and that comes really early here, so we do need a fast start.
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