Gardening Update, Pussy Flash


Well I started with 20 broccoli plants and now there are 6. I’m the unluckiest gardner in the world. I expected I’d lose a few after transplanting them into larger pots but this takes the cake. Two more things happened to kill them off besides transplanting. First I let them out on a sunny (and windy) day to harden them off. The wind and sun burned them and some of them died. They died from shock. I have to remember to shade them on the first few days of hardening them off. Well, yesterday I had them sunning on the back porch and forgot to bring them in for the night. So a raccoon found them and flung them across the porch. I have a whole family of raccoons in my yard and they are, cute as can be, vandalizing punks. The weather has been so wishy washy I don’t know when I’ll put the broccoli in the garden. In other gardening news I started the seeds for everything I’m planing this year. The planting list this year goes like this: Peppers, Tomatoes, Squash, Watermelon, Sunflowers, Eggplants, Bee Balm, Thyme, Sweet Marjoram, Onions… Every year I have this vision of me picking this huge BOUNTY. I’m in the garden with bushel baskets running over. It never quite turns out the way I envision. But I never give up hope that this will be the year.


It’s not an official blog until you flash your pussy. So here it is! lol My cat Sweety Pie. He is a stray that showed up a few years ago. When he first arrived he was very afraid of me and I could tell he was an abused runaway. Now I’m able to pet him profusely. I think his previous owner must have beat him really bad because he was afraid of every sudden movement you would make. He also has a blood stain in his eye, which was worse when he first showed up. He also seemed and still does seem mentally challenged. He will not get out of the rain and until recently didn’t wash himself with his tongue. I don’t have pets, unless you count the fish in my coy pond. I love animals but I don’t like them in my house. I only take care of strays that show up in my yard and that keeps me pretty busy. I have a problem with Sweety Pie pooping in the garden, which really gets on my nerves. I think I have a way to stop it though. This year I’m putting fake snakes on the edge of the garden beds.

A cute story about SweetyPie. When he first showed up I had another stray cat Bootsy, who has since died (sad story), that sort of helped him learn the ropes I guess. He would talk to Sweety (you know by meowing) and he showed him how to ask for food. Bootsy walked up to me and let out a meow like he always did when he wanted to be fed, as Sweety watched shyly from a few feet away. And after he let out the meow he walked over to Sweety, like, all, that’s how you do it. And Bootsy nodded for him to try it and he did. Except Sweety has a broken voice that doesn’t work well. And it was the sweetest thing. He had my heart at a weak meow.

Speaking of abused animals. My heart was broken last week when I saw the news report about the largest meat recall ever. The footage of those sick animals being tortured like that made me lose my shit. I went to a very dark place. What really made me lose my shit was that the animals that were being tortured were already sick. We all know how it is to be sick with the flu or something. Can you imagine being sprayed with water into your nose while sick with the flu and being forced to stand up?

Newest obsession: Weekend Vampire. Their new CD is the perfect spring soundtrack. Goes great with the whole boat shoe trend.

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