This morning's lettuce as it is being dropped off

Various plantings around the ol' homestead

Begonias, etc.

Chive flowers, too late to sell for Prom corsages (?)

ZEBRAS, BITCHEZ!

A no-nonsense way to name your chicken manure fertilizer

Down on the farm...shocking!

Is that a cement brain made in a jello mold? Hint: yes.




















Wait! Nick Eddy cut all this wood to fireplace-size (for football season at KDCC) using a circular saw? Way!

Guh? A quest to do away with all grass has led to the planting of odd potatoes in tires scrounged around this briar-y 'hood? Really?

Japanese magnolia tree? Check!

Dr Nick

Also, I should go get a doctorate in "farm science" or "urban ag." or some such, right?

But then, my more astute readers will remember that I have no undergrad degree! So how do I get around this shortcoming?

Simple: I will just send a link to this blog to various schools (I'm leaning toward Vassar [that's what she said]) as my dissertation. Surely someone will be charmed so that they will give me an honorary doctorate (like Kurt V getting his anthropology whatsit for Cat's Cradle, as mentioned in his Paris Review self-interview). From there, it's just a matter of taking a couple classes and becoming a different sort of doctor, different to whatever doctorate they deign to assign me, for maintining this here e-periodical you are now reading (Humanities, prolly).

Think of it: a farm doctor!

Richesse!

If I'm not mistaken, we have now made 111 dollars from our basil and some little yellow grape tomatoes that were volunteers, even! And it's not even Zeptember yet!

Whoot!