Saturday, July 26, 2014

Warm Day, Good Day To Kill Plants

That you wanted to thrive.  Hot sun on tender basil leaves, fried basil.  Replant new basil.  Rosemary can take it though, as can the beautiful sage and the oregano is up for it too.  I've grown basil here...well, at the old house on the other side of town that was 4 feet tall!  Here...I kill it.  I plant celery stalks though and they make it along alright delivering me stalks plus beautiful, flavorful leaves whenever I want them.  But no basil, that dud.   The damned bay tree has grown to be an outsized monolith of a tree.  It needs a serious pruning, like 1/2 gone this year and another 1/2 next to get it away from the barn roof and environs.  I've misplaced my pruning shears too so that makes that particular task neigh impossible as the branches are as thick as my wrist currently and not getting any smaller.  Shit, shit, shit! 

Then there's the saga of my old friend Ford The Truck.  He was parked in the street he was...now he's being stored after being found without a proper current registration tag and being left on the street without being moved for three whole days, imagine that?!  Grrrrrrr.  The police supposedly KNOW every car and the house it belongs too, at least in Olde Town that was the myth going around not too long ago.  They know, or should that most homes there do not have a garage and there is no off-street parking anywhere in blocks!  Ah, no avail, we just ticket them, then we'll tow them (which they did.  Afterwards my old and dear friend Wayne Day towed it himself to his business address and stored it there for me.) and charge them 285 USD to retrieve the truck and 185 dollars for a release form from the idiot police.  Highway fucking robbery!  So damned stupid I can't believe it.  We've lived there for years and never had a single incident and now this.  Police getting dumber and dumber!  Meantime we're out hundreds of dollars for nothing.  Bastards all!  Grrrrrrr.  They've lost a friend in me, that's for sure!