Dr. Tiller

I don’t have anything to add, really. I wish the same thing I wished after the Knoxville shooting–that these media personalities would stop to consider that, while they’re using their culture war rhetoric to drive up ratings, there are people who listen to them and take them seriously.  If you’re going to accuse someone of being a baby-killer, you don’t get to act shocked or surprised when the folks you tell and who believe in you take you seriously.

The idea that folks are coming into churches to shoot people…

I don’t know.  I keep seeing all these people talking about how this is not what the pro-life movement is about and I just want to ask them what rock they’ve been living under.  This is exactly what the pro-life movement boils down to.  That’s why so many anti-abortion folks AREN’T involved with the pro-life movement, because it’s always been a bunch of religious extremists who egg each other on to more stupid and evil ends.

I don’t know.  That’s what I think, anyway.

Sorry, I just can’t get my head around the idea that we’re being gunned down in our churches now.

Sara Robinson points out that this is the anniversary of Eric Rudolph’s capture.

Southern Beale urges people to stop acting like assholes.

I’m going to bed.

It’s Quite Hot in My Yard

The shore is littered with tiny white shells, to mark the burial place above.

Sunday Gardening

My plan still remains for the vining things to vine away in the big plot.  And I cannot wait for pumpkin blooms, which I consider to be one of the most beautiful things a person can witness in public.  I believe there’s still more than enough room for that all to happen successfully.  But I didn’t put the cucumbers in the big bed.  So, I’m at a loss.  If I grow them up, the Butcher can mow with ease.  But then they’ll block out whatever’s in the bed with them.

If I let them grow into the yard, the Butcher will not have such an easy time of mowing back there.  On the other hand, the cucumbers sending out curling tendrils that twine around things in the yard and choke them and deprive them of life feels a little like revenge for what the weeds are doing.

It’s like the things in my garden are finally big enough to fight back.  Take that, yard!

Also, I think my spinach is ready, but I don’t know for sure how to tell.

But I’m going to try to remember two things for next year.  One, we’re going to put in two new beds on the front of the shed with lattices and that’s where we’re going to grow our peas.  It’s the perfect spot for them.  But two, I think I’d like to get some pots and do lettuces and spinach in containers up by the house–save the beds for things that need a lot of time.

Anyway, I will try to remember to get you some pictures of the tomatos all staked up.  It’s hard to believe that these are the same spindly almost dead things that were on the porch.

And can I just say that, while I’m enjoying growing the tomatos and the peppers, that there’s something really awe-inspiring about the beans and pumpkins.  They’re just so big that it kind of takes me back a little bit when I see them.  I mean, I held those seeds in my hand, and now they’re these massive, hoss plants.

I know that’s how nature works, but damn. I’m still in awe.