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Tomatomania and pictures of dirt

Tomatomania is a wonderful,  mostly tomato (California local) plant sale. Lots of enthusiastic gardeners, more varieties of heirloom and homegrown tomatoes then you can imagine and generally good fun.

My vegetable is so small everything merrily cross pollinates. This event gives me an opportunity to toss in some new varieties.


Tomatoes, Sweet Basil, Strawberry and Ladybugs.


Ladybugs on the loose.

And in the dye garden
What I have right now are mostly pictures of dirt. Not much sprouting yet.


Dirt covered in hardware cloth so small animals (ie.my cats) don’t roll in it, or commit other unspeakable acts on the seedlings.


One project for this year is to see what I can manage with Woad and Weld in container garden.


More dirt and something sprouting.

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T.R.: 1995-2011

Earlier this month I lost my little garden supervisor T.R.

T.R. was a “rescue” cat. She was named after the TRW computer swap-meet where we found her. A few weeks old she had been dumped in the industrial park where the swap meet takes place.

Among other things she took great enjoyment in was rolling in unwashed fleece. She would roll in it happily and come in smelling like a barnyard.

17+ good years and great company. R.I.P. little cat, you are missed.

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Pahrump, Nevada; Used Bookstores and German Deli


Just back from visiting family in Pahrump, Nevada. I’ve always liked the desert and  Pahrump has quite a bit of that – desert that is, as well as a Ravely group, Pahrump Valley Knitters, a fairly nice branch library – where you can access internet if needed, a used bookstore, Bookworm Haven and a German Deli, Gisela’s Cafe and Deli.

Not a lot of weaving done but a good visit.

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It’s not every day the Fire Department pushes your car home…

Here’s what I have learned. If the differential in your car leaks onto the exhaust system, combustion and yellow flames happen.

No pictures but here’s the story. My 1981 AMC ‘Spirit’ – that’s American Motors Corp – aka the-brain-that-wouldn’t-die, started missing ominously. Now, anyone crazy enough to drive a nearly 30-year old automobile expects some missing and ominous noises now again.

I had pulled out of the drive way and started up the street when the car started missing. So thinking it was not sufficiently warmed up I turned into the alley at the end of my block. That’s when it stalled and started smelling like smoke. It seemed like time to get out of the car and look around. I called the Significant Other who promptly came running down the block.  My neighbors (next to the now smoking car) also came running out and pointed to the yellow flames under the smoking car. It seemed like the right time to call the Fire Department.

Which I did, for the first time ever in this life I might add, and since they also are nearly neighbors they showed up immediately with two trucks and took care of business.

They were almost to a person younger than my car (if not my shoes) asked what on earth is that car model (now smelling like an extinguished camp fire). Then they kindly offered to push the car down the block and back into the driveway.

Like the title says, it’s not every day the Fire Department pushes your car home. Thank you LA Fire Department.

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