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As usual, when I do the instagram/tweet/tumble/fb thingie, I tend not to post here. Some day, I will learn how to embed links to longer posts in those other places....

I've been meaning for awhile to give a shout-out to the Ames people. They make a variety of garden tools, under an assortment of names (e.g. ‘true temper’). Some years ago—more than five, mebbe even 10, I purchased one of their easy roller plus garden cart, the four-wheeled version, and I have been really happy with this thing. It's not perfect—it stumbles over rough ground or curbs, because its wheels are small—but it was inexpensive, fits through my narrow garden gates, carries heavy loads, and has served me very well. Along with my D-handled spade, my trowel, and garden hose, it's one of my most important gardening tools.



Hideho, people. I actually did make a bunch of posts, but the intros didn't seem quite right, and quite honestly, if I didn't need to turn in the pix being shown today, I'd probably still be waffling.

So awaaaaay back when, when the GLBG was still quite a young org Pattee Goodman (now Goodman-Baker) was first its display chair, and then its second president. I can't say we were ever close friends, but our history is a long one, and I was bummed when she got married and followed her husband to the Saint Louis area, because that's where the guy had work.

She told me it was worse than Detroit.

More racist than Detroit? Land of my childhood, where the tanks rolled down Woodward Ave during the rioting...? Yes, she said. Much worse.



’Fraid this is probably going out a little late—I realized the pix all needed to have the background either cropped, adjusted or both (honestly, I need to get one of those 36" diffusion cubes...) and while I've certainly been wasting lots of time vegging in front of the computer, I don't really feel like ranting today. Hurray:)

Oh, wait, a garden tidbit—evidently, according to the local wild ones list, it is safe (on large, mature specimens) to grow virginia creeper up one's trees. Ima gonna try it!

In the meantime, some fake vegetation for you to enjoy.


Someday, I suppose, I will work out an efficient method to post to everything, all at once, with no links, but actual pictures. Right now, however, it seems I manage either rejiquar or all those other social media. C'est la vie.

This seems to be the week for rather autumny orange and yellow florals: today's content is, um, somewhat recycled, but I have fresh new stuff on this theme starting tomorrow.



This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but my internet's been flaky. Actually I was gonna post some recent beads—they're kind of a cool series (& will no doubt show up here in due course, though I have been posting them to my instagram /twitter /tumblr); but then I happened to visit slacktivist, and saw his posts about Frederick Douglass and the 4th of July.



Happy Summer Solstice, everyone:)

Finished danah boyd's book on teenagers and social media, which basically can be summed up as, ‘the real problem is not your average [white, middle-class] teen hanging out in hir bedroom (unless the thought of them occasionally looking at porn really, really bugs you, but even then, they probably spend less time doing that than you would think) but the poor, under-resourced [let's be honest, black and latin@] kids who, lacking support in other ways, surprise, tend to screw up online, for much the same reasons they do off.

In fact, the teens said over and over again they'd really rather hang out face to face, even going so far to go to the mall when they didn't care for shopping, or sports events when they didn't give a rat's ass about the sport—just to have a ‘justified’ way to be together. I was extraordinarily lucky in that my parents, my mother in particular, consciously made an effort to balance our lives between academics, (scheduled) sports/activities, chores and ‘down’ time to do with as we liked. However, boyd reports—and it's my experience with other parents as well—that many of them keep from their children the freedoms they had, sometimes merely by persuasion that the world out there is simply too dangerous.


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