Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Such a beautiful photo, DT! Good title for a poem too.
Bug eggs have to survive this extended cold. Puts the hurt on the weak. Slipped on the driveway ice but did a nearly perfect judo fall. Skinned my palm just a bit. Usually the sun burns off all this ice in 1-2 days, but this is hanging around abynormal.
Dug up a peter pepper plant from the garden last fall and it resides in a large pot inside the house. Daily it waits for a short burst of sun through the window. Most of the remaining chilis are starting to turn red. These buggers are pretty hot and only good to cook with. I enjoy the smell of minced chili, ginger and onion browning in a pan. This is a good start to many recipes for me. This spring I will put that plant back in the garden for its third year of life and produce. This is the chili plant that got mowed down repeatedly by a rabbit two summers ago and it has a twisted and gnarly base. I wonder how many years I can keep it alive?
different environment and specific plant here, but kept one bell pepper going for five years, I think ….got to be over 5′ tall.
Things are bigger in Texas!!!