I had a birthday a couple weeks back. Big deal … 53. It’s a prime number. Lots of nice people wished me happy birthday on Facebook. I took the day off work and practiced bicyclism. I endeavored to ride my age in miles. It took a while at the speed I went. I made a day of it, stopped for lunch at Subway (hey Jerod!) and made it to 54, which is the longest ride of this season I guess. If I keep up this birthday custom I’ll need to switch to kilometers at some point.
You know something? I think Facebook is eroding the blogosphere. And Twitter. It’s like our attention span is on the verge of collapsing into a black hole. Time to invest in the apocalypse insurance my friends …
There’s been a lot of digging in the garden behind the barn. It finally came to an end Sunday. It’s pretty soft soil, with a decade plus of horse manure and bedding worked into it. The expected number of rocks floated up last winter, and got stacked cairnlike.
I may be crazy to have dug all that out by hand, but so what if I am? After completing this task I went for a bike ride around my town and Newbury, the adjacent town. Newbury has an electrolysis business. Riding past I caught the scent of Sunday afternoon barbecue. Mmmm. If I stopped and checked it out they would say “Um, we’re closed” and I would say, “But it’s an emergency”. I’d leave before the police were called.
Be warned that there is coming an utterly boring catalog post, consisting of photos of what’s growing in each bed of the garden. This blog functions as a garden journal, as well as documentation of my ignorant, pointless, meandering, obsessive thought patterns. For now, as promised in the previous post, the garlic has begun to form scapes.
Last year I read that it’s better to pluck off the garlic scapes sooner, before they make their graceful curlicues. So even though my friend and I chatted about how much we love the swirly stalks of garlic bulbilation, I’m picking them at just a few inches in length. Right now bed #1 yields about a half-dozen scapes a day. Should have enough for the pesto soon. The spring-planted garlic is not scaping yet, if that’s a word. Guess you’ll see in the big boring catalog post that I swear I’m gonna get right to any day now. After I’m all done procrastinating. Come to think of it, I’m falling behind in my procrastinating too. Today I discovered not one, but two issues of WIRED at home still in the plastic. Why do they put that plastic on the WIRED magazine anyway?