MY DEMENTED DIARY

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A Walk Through the
Valley of the Shadow

Today we celebrate the birthday of John Hadley, born in 1682. He made improvements to reflecting telescopes sufficient to make them useful in astronomy. In fact, all optical telescopes currently in use by serious astronomers are of Hadley's basic design.

Yesterday's quest for tomato plants was a sorta semi-disappointment. The Greenery didn't have any at all. Wentworth's had a severely limited selection of season-jumped monsters: they'd been seeded way too early and were a coupla feet tall already. I went ahead and bought three plants and planted them and maybe I'll get tomatoes and maybe I won't.

Some folks told me about some Amish farmers north of Leonardtown who sell tomato plants and pepper plants. When it comes time to go questing for pepper plants in a coupla weeks maybe I'll go looking for them.

Poppies blooming is the mystic omen that signals time for planting peppers. My poppies are legal. They're the big orange California Poppies, one of the breeds that the opium in them is so badly diluted with poisonous alkaloids that trying to extract illegal drugs from them is not economically feasible.

The Wondrous Weather Website is promising us another great day. Gordon the Garden will get a plot of zucchinis and then it's off to the parish hall to join our church's volunteer lawn mowing group (we call ourselves the Holy Clippers) for the first mowing session of the season.

And yes, that old horse trailer and the coupla ancient rusted out remnants of riding mowers have been hauled to the scrap metal recyclery.

Happy Wednesday!

OrneryPest