small gardens & small government

  In my blog yesterday I felt I hadn't pulled the thread completely. If you're like me a dangling thread can make you quite crazy.   I just put a Butter Rum Lifesaver in my mouth and I promise I will finish typing before it is done.    The war in Gaza bothers me immensely. I don't pretend to understand the nuances of the conflict and perhaps I don't have to. Ignorance is ignorance but sometimes layer upon layer of knowledge only serves to obscure the more basic question. I guess that is what I was trying to express in the blog. I will say plainly I do not wish my taxes to go to Israel. Perhaps that made sense at a point in time. That time has, for me, passed.   I just bit the last delicious bit of the Butter Rum and thus will honor my pledge. I will acknowledge the Buddhist thoughts on suffering. I will also remember a small group of Quakers who would regularly gather to protest that their taxes were being spent for the "Defense budget". Finally, I will also ...

   Carrie, our blue healer/rat terrier, will not be getting her Buddhist wings anytime soon. This morning while I was digging in the garden she did also. I got peas planted she got the mouse. The mouse was likely the one that ate a perfect little hole into the hidden backside of one of the canary melons. He ate all the seeds inside and when I picked it, it looked like a cute yellow birdhouse. Mouse eats seeds, dog eats mouse, I'm going with 'circle of life'. 'sides I was in no position to argue morality as I went on to use a little vacuum to suck up squash bugs.    The canary melons had basically all ripened at once. This meant, along with the watermelons, our every meal has melon. Deb and I brought some to the neighbors - and I guess for a while the mouse. See, I share! We Libertarians get a bad rep. The other thing all ripening at once meant was a spot in the garden was open.    Territory is not to be wasted in the garden. I shared last blog how the potat...