I volunteer at the local domestic abuse shelter. They used to have a thriving garden program going, with a kid’s program to start the seeds, and some sort of greenhouse. It fell by the wayside because the woman who was running it from the UW Extension office lost her funding for it. I started last year, cleaning up the raised beds they had (the shelter is on the site of an old foundry – the yard is fell of slag) and weeding what got planted.
This year, the advocate who is running a self-sufficiency program for clients decided that the garden should be enlarged. ENLARGED. So a bunch of people showed up including boys from a youth intercept program and some people from a local church, and dug up across the yard, probably 25 x 50, and a three foot strip along one edge, and back behind the rhubarb, and planted flowers in the beds by the house, and planted a bunch of tomatoes – and then left.
So, all the weedish stuff got tilled into the dirt, and here I am, weeding. Which was okay for a while, because when it was cooler I had a chance against the weeds. But a lot of what I planted washed out in the bad storms we had, and there was a big hole where the bunnies could get in to eat all except for ONE bean plant out of two packets, and all but Eight out of a big packet of peas, and one type of corn barely germinated and the other only got about 50%. And then it got hot, and I stayed in the basement for a week. Or was it ten days?
Did I mention I’m pretty much the only one weeding? I was feeling pretty defeated.
So, I got out there yesterday. Those tomatoes we were going to mercy kill three weeks ago? Setting fruit. Lots of fruit. The squash that we were going to replace? Ten foot vines. The corn? Up and going, and grew inches from yesterday till today. Lettuce? Harvested a big salad’s worth today. And the raggedy raspberries and blackberries that I whacked back by 2/3′s last fall?
The first picking.
It always amazes me that you can just stick some poor spindly thing in scratchy rocky clayey soil, and it still gets up to grow.
It’s a tradition, I guess. The Washington Post reported the Watergate break-in and now, 39 years later, it is still dropping investigative bombshells:
Since the Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009 — which Obama and his advisers seem to have believed, incorrectly, would offer a self-perpetuating boost to the economy — Obama has experimented neither boldly nor persistently with programs on the scale of FDR’s initiatives.
Instead, he threw the stimulus money at the states to do with what they wanted. He has given in to prolonging the Bush-era tax cuts for the wealthy and is now considering more belt-tightening that would weaken entitlements. And he’s watched as the number of government jobs has shrunk by the thousands. In the budget negotiations, the president has signaled that he would sign off on cuts to Social Security and Medicare.
But we should have known all along. Unlike FDR, who vowed radical measures to fix the depressed economy during his presidential campaign, Obama offered vague bipartisan pledges. In his inaugural address, FDR asserted: “I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require.” Obama echoed nothing of the kind.
Yes, I kid the Post, but it really is a shame that its news “analyst” spent so much time and space stating facts that have been obvious — even the tardy analyst said so! — for two years to anyone who isn’t in total denial about Obama’s disastrously feeble style of governance.
Last night’s disaster: You may have guessed I watched the Obama speech and thought it was almost as deplorable as the follow-up remarks by the loathsome John Boehner. Obama defended his own willingness to compromise (I can think of a better word) and, later on, indicated he’d back Harry Reid’s alternative plan for raising the debt ceiling. What he didn’t say was that the Reid plan contains no provisions for raising revenue and is, in some respects, as much a cave-in as what Obama proposed prior to it.
Did anyone else listen to John Boner’s response to the President? He sounds somewhere between a gay Ward Cleaver and Tom Brokaw channelling a more-drunk-than-usual Robert Goulet trying to sell me a 1978 Volare.
If anyone has a clip, please post in comments, this is HILARIOUS.