The hot news wasn't so hot this morning. Rumblings in the earth said that federal forces around army bases were telling their military dependants that they would get commodities and power generation and what ever it took in case of an ugly situation in this country. And it turns out this is all true. And it has been in the corporate media. It is a message being sent by Bush to the troops on foreign shores that they don't need to worry about their families while they are fighting. They have all been assured that everything will be fine with the wife and kids. I think it is a fine idea. You want the troops over there fighting, not worrying about their families.
We had a good rain this morning and gardening is out for the day. I did get some seed to a couple who got it in the ground before the rain. Just a couple packs of non-hybrid oranic green bean seed. But a least we had THAT measure of success. After this rain I won't be able to get into the garden until Friday or Saturday. And tha means I won't be tempted to violate the frost date. I get kinda carried away by the thought of growing my own preps.
There was a discussion this morning about planting a garden. One of the younger men was interested in plant prices. I told him the general rule of thumb was the bigger the plant the higher the price. A little bitty tomato plant might sell for a quarter and a foot and a half tall plant might sell for two and a half dollars, especially if it has a couple of small tomatoes on it. Nice looking buds will command a higher price also. I told him that this all came about because people had gotten away from planting seed and just wanted to buy plants that were already growing and healthy. And setting plants works too! If you can afford it. It costs so much money! And I was reading a garden book yesterday that spoke of buying your CORN plants at a greenhouse. I have never heard of such a thing. But it is probably true. I think it extremely humorous. Who do you impress with your horticultural knowledge by selling them a corn plant? "What fools these mortals be!"
It's raining again. Gonna get soggy for sure. I don't like the garden when it's muddy. Isn't good to plant then anyhow. And of course, if I had my garden in and was worrying about water it wouldn't rain! Murphy strikes again!
There is some discussion about times to plant, as in date-of-the-month and whatever. Go to your local feed and seed dealer and ASK what he has that you want to eat later on in the year. Tell him what you want and ask if he has seeds that will produce on your schedule. That is his business. That is how he keeps his farmer customers happy when regular planting time is wrecked but the crop still has to come in. I can give you a list a mile long about how industrial agriculture will be the ruination of food production on this earth. But organic food grown from non-hybrid seed is not a suicide pact! If you ain't worried about it before now then don't worry about it until next year! We will NOT solve all the collective ills of the earth this year. BELIEVE IT. But we shall damn well get 'em in due time. God willing, of course.
I, like many others, espouse the ideal most of the time. But we are survivalists and we do what we can. We do what God allows. Don't get hung up in some ideal and let it keep you doing SOMETHING to better your position in this world. Even the rich can't get it all accomplished. But every chance you get to unload a good smash to the mouth of error, let 'er go. And remember the scriptural admonition that tells you that if you do something do it heartily as unto the Lord. No little taps to the face allowed, but rather a damn good smash!
The rain is still coming down. To go into the garden at this point would be to enter a quagmire, or at least LEAVE it a quagmire. Nasty business.
It is now 1900 hrs and it is still raining. I might not get back into tha garden until Sunday. The creek has overflowed it's banks and the field across the road is starting to flood. I'm wanting to get to my regular Wednesdsay night rap and it looks like I might get a little wet just getting in and out of the truck.
The stock market is down. The dollar has dropped. Oil is up some more, well over $120 a barrel. And all I have to worry about is some wet dirt. Life is a little more satisfying on a simpler level. You all take care and I'll see you tomorrow, God willing. Stay alive.