tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post6862103921829224975..comments2023-10-07T07:26:29.746-07:00Comments on Growing Tomatoes From Seed: letter to my nephew on the day of his weddingDavid Marlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05691690666085909966noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-72498723215810855902011-02-21T12:35:39.408-08:002011-02-21T12:35:39.408-08:00Thanks for dinner with your family, swit. And John...Thanks for dinner with your family, swit. And John, I'm sorry about your dad. February is the most hated month for me, too. <br /><br />All of you, I love your sorry asses. Keep at it.Isonomisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09453935939171338581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-77710613792417147092011-02-20T04:34:23.493-08:002011-02-20T04:34:23.493-08:00Oh what a bit of wonder this is! I've been aw...Oh what a bit of wonder this is! I've been away from (most) things electronic for a 24 hour retreat. This is what I missed the most.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05147416487171740144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-28605598125986794122011-02-19T20:57:23.760-08:002011-02-19T20:57:23.760-08:00That's an awesome story. Versions of which ar...That's an awesome story. Versions of which are told regularly in my methane fueled house.rundeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13268692799782942178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-6235519267048178872011-02-19T14:30:01.607-08:002011-02-19T14:30:01.607-08:00funny story that you won't find funny: noel, j...funny story that you won't find funny: noel, joy and hope at the kitchen table at mom and dad's; eating breakfast; then joy says, "hope there's no farting at the table." apparently hope had farted; we still don't know; now hope had been riding an imaginary horse all morning in the back meadow; keep in mind they're all just little kids; and hope says, "it was my horse!" and joy says, without missing a beat, "well, tell your horse there's no farting at the table."<br /><br />now they're all grown up. levi is like 6'4" and very protective, even of his stupid uncle. noah, an airforce captain.<br /><br />and their gramma laughed and laughed.David Marlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691690666085909966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-34613089133278527122011-02-19T13:18:28.228-08:002011-02-19T13:18:28.228-08:00a fallow field just grows more fertile. people lea...a fallow field just grows more fertile. people leave. others arrive. let's just try to keep track. and may god help us in the endeavor.David Marlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691690666085909966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-28405426348294467712011-02-19T09:04:00.198-08:002011-02-19T09:04:00.198-08:00switters. loved this. A little bit of perfect. ...switters. loved this. A little bit of perfect. <br />John -- sorry to hear about your Dad. Best of luck to you and your family as you get through this. <br />My parents shared a birthday -- December 11. A walking, talking argument against astrology. They could not have been more different in every respect. To this day I think they married because they were the best-looking people in town (I could post my dad's pic to prove it!) and for essentially no other reason. <br />Topazz -- hearted.rundeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13268692799782942178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-75972794341522251182011-02-19T08:41:26.609-08:002011-02-19T08:41:26.609-08:00my dad's dad didn't own the land they farm...my dad's dad didn't own the land they farmed because his dad, lemuel, was so tight. they had to put in their own plumbing. that was verna, who lived to be 98, my dad's mom. 98.David Marlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691690666085909966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-21472548735512903952011-02-19T04:51:08.397-08:002011-02-19T04:51:08.397-08:00Wow!
My father's mother and her two brothers ...Wow!<br /><br />My father's mother and her two brothers all died on a Februrary 1st. Strange.Penal-Colonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578228230659521795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-12185241354056410812011-02-18T22:59:48.195-08:002011-02-18T22:59:48.195-08:00I'm sorry to hear about your Dad, John - I hop...I'm sorry to hear about your Dad, John - I hope he rallies back from this and you get to celebrate that birthday together. I know the feeling of shared birthdays, I was born on the day before my mother's but we've always celebrated our birthdays together at family parties. It was a special thing between us and something else I'll miss when November comes. Funny how that can happen so often within families; my oldest daughter was born on my father's birthday, and my mother died on the same date that her mother died - January 29th.topazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379903935323340176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-58145470575005222102011-02-18T21:10:45.255-08:002011-02-18T21:10:45.255-08:00Your post gave me strength and much to think about...Your post gave me strength and much to think about today. We're nursing my dad through his worst spell yet. It's very difficult to be in this place, but the alternative doesn't even bear thinking about. <br /><br />My brother Olly and I expect him to be our guide through the tilling and sowing ahead. He kept a garden all his life but we let it go fallow. Now I'm hoping we haven't put it off too late.<br /><br />I was born on his birthday [sort of psychic twins, 31 years apart], and we're planning a big shindig for the next one. <br /><br />I suppose our little community has reached the same waters more or less together and the vastness of it all humanizes and humbles us. <br /><br />As for the toxins, all our temples are too good for them.<br /><br />JohnPenal-Colonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578228230659521795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-13876758760392895462011-02-18T19:36:11.771-08:002011-02-18T19:36:11.771-08:00You got it right. She's smiling up at us, ete...You got it right. She's smiling up at us, eternally.topazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379903935323340176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-91493994228219365672011-02-18T14:27:20.900-08:002011-02-18T14:27:20.900-08:00no, john, thank you. working on the whining and th...no, john, thank you. working on the whining and the drinking; no promises on the smoking. not cold here, but not warm either. i think m'dog and i need a fire in the stove though. very windy. i could power this whole place with a windmill if i weren't such a retard. brother al and inlaw lisa paid a visit today. truly a blessing sometimes is this life. but what can you say when you're just stacking the ricks against the moon, if i got the quote right.David Marlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691690666085909966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8540249376013484103.post-39261758427304988392011-02-18T14:09:34.667-08:002011-02-18T14:09:34.667-08:00My God, man! I so needed to read that today. These...My God, man! I so needed to read that today. These lines, especially:<br /><br />"A paradise. That was my church, my sacred place that I'll never ever forget. Your laughing, Al's carrying on, your grandma and grandpa. The most precious memories anyone could possibly imagine. It's a kind of spiritual currency that both breaks my heart and helps me through the more difficult moments of life, especially these short days of winter."<br /><br />Thank you.Penal-Colonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578228230659521795noreply@blogger.com