Death

Life & Death

I feel that at least a few posts in every season should regard death. Life encompasses many experiences and states. Spring, the end of Winter, for those lands that experience this sort of climate, reveals both an accelerated burst of life, and with it an obvious mirroring of the death around us.

While flowers bloom and grasses climb, many seeds that caught only a shallow piece of soil, will quickly die, when they discover that for them Spring is but a short season. Such seeds, that germinate in springtime with expectation of bloom, find that the soil can not hold enough root-mass and moisture, in order to capacitate a full lifetime. They quickly wilt, and unlike the surrounding green background, they are dull and a contrast to life.

Our lives are of a similar nature. Some people may find their springtime a short season. Conditions are not always kind. Never the less, death is only a part of life. Eventually, another Spring will come, and another seed will grow.

Plants Can Talk

People can listen.

Syrian Rue

 

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Harding Grass

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Broad (Fava) Beans Are Awesome

They grow so well.
Dozens of them growing in my garden.

Coming from the Middle East, I was confused about the difference between Ful (Fūl medammis) and Broad Beans. In the markets, the white broad beans are usually titled "Great Northern Broad Beans", while the common and local beige/brown colored broad beans are simply called "Ful".

Common and simple!

This is after the very common Arabic dish, which is basically cooking and turning the brown broad beans into a paste. Delicious.

FYI, I often take a dried bean and suck on it, until the shell is removed, and then snack on it raw. Buhahaha :=P

Greens Growing Gigantically Good.

The shock and awe of winter in the eastern regions of the Mediterranean sea. Morning light. Sitting on my bed with the laptop's webcam activated. Time to show the greens!

I recon some sort of fox or digging animal attacked my Turnip root. ><' The garden-bed was dug again, and all the new seedlings got buried. Lucky the root was not eaten.

Petting my strong growing Radish patch, showing other friends around and behind. I love mixed gardens. There is nothing more joyous than seeing my Broad Beans climbing up and covering the ground so well.

Lacking a three dimensional feel to it - this is my circle garden-bed, surrounded by the stones dug up from it. Heavily stoned place :-P This one is strictly mixed with everything I get - seed or root plant.