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June 13th 2010    Tim Candler

    Meandering through the Vegetable Garden many conclusions are reached.  Mostly they involve assertions which address insect life or those plants that are least wanted.   Sometimes conclusions become promises that are quite without meaning.  Much of this past week these meaningless promises have included variations on the phrases "Oh well!" and  "perhaps next year".

    Then if I am here for next year, there will be this same day in June, and I will call it  "Japanese Beetle on beans planted too close together day", or "Jaybob Day" for short.   The legal minded might wonder why this day repeats with regularity.   And I can only shrug.  Because tomorrow could be Jaybob Tomato Day, or Jaybob Chard Day or a Jaybob Day for any one of the dozen or so vegetable families struggling out there in the heat.


     A solution to the "perhaps next year" that Jaybob Days produce in me, may be simple.   But that would require a cruel discipline,  forethought and planning, and that arrangement of thoughts the loose minded so struggle with because we have been made deranged by the vapor trails of high flying aircraft.  

    Acceptance could offer an alternative  key to solving the problem of Jaybob Days.  So what if Carrots are thin as pencil lead.   So what if the leaves of Beans become so matted that humidity and dank rots them, and worms become surface dwelling and Beans dwindle into a predigested slurry flies enjoy.


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