Latest Column - Seedlings Wo-Wo-Wo Seedlings

had some fun with this one. I wonder if the Scarborough Hannaford's is having a run on Lasagna Pans this week ?

Sláinte!

Happy St. Patrick's Day !


Written on the back of the Worry Stone envelope: "There are only two things to worry about: either you are well or you are sick. If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about: but if you are sick; there are two things for you to worry about: either you get well or you die. If you get well, then there is nothing to worry about. If you die then there are two things to worry about: either you go up or down. If you go up, then there is nothing to worry about, but if you go down you will be so busy shaking hands with old friends you won't have time to worry".

Lighten up

I recently made the decision to avoid the "Castanza Wallet"...I was by no means over stuffed, but i thought it was time to slim things down a bit. I might even try putting my new slimmed down version (no pictures, no superfluous membership cards) in my left pants pocket. I wonder if there is a term for the imprint that wallet wears into pants and jeans over time ?

Yeah, i know, i live on the edge.

Latest Newspaper Column - Plant it Again, Sam

For some reason, when I thought “flower show” I had images of little girls, sun dresses and tea parties all walking from table to table looking at bouquets and centerpieces. In other words, more foo-foo than poo-poo (oh, sorry I meant “composted manure”)

(click the Title to read the whole article) My editor loves to get comments on the site too!

Garrett and a unicycle

look at him go !!

Handlebars? He don't need no stinkin' handlebars!

Great article on what's really "Green"

"Consuming until you're squeaky green. It feels so good. It looks so good. It feels so good to look so good, which is why conspicuousness is key...It's done with the best of intentions, but all that replacing is problematic. That "bad" vinyl flooring? It was probably less destructive in your kitchens than in a landfill."

Monica Hesse - The Washington Post

Trees

Passed on from a coworker who thought I would enjoy. I do.

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.