Wednesday morning: A few more days of spraying some chili spray on the little plants in the squash, cucumber bin and I think it’s making a difference in the aphid population.
Here is a full on star of a squash blossom is diffused light. The sun comes and goes today. It may rain.
If you look carefully you can spot a couple of tiny green aphids in the recessed cone.
I am wondering if I could transplant a spider from somewhere else in the yard. Do spiders enjoy aphids? Might they have a particular fetish for aphids soaked in chili pepper juice.
I am no monument to scientific knowledge. I’m just getting through here and DIY is my solution most of the time though I know when I’m out of my depth.
For the last batch of chili water I used half a packet of the fine chili sauce from Panda Bowl. It was a good mix.
I made a stew for last night’s dinner with tomatoes, red chilis, rainbow carrots, a dark green peyote-shaped squash, a pale white long neck squash, purple onions, mushrooms, garlic, fresh cinnamon basil, some curry and stew meat to ground all that divine vegetation.
I think I’ll have some for breakfast.
This morning I heard a poet allege that Andy said:
“Being born is like being kidnapped.”
“Isn’t life a series of images that repeat.”
So I decided to share some images that repeat in my 2006/2007 sketchbook.
I have photographed these sketches in such a way that no one can be offended by “purient” content. In America certain corporate entities believe that they can dictate the boundaries of self-expression. That’s all I’m saying about that.
“Strange, beautiful,” as Jimi Hendrix said about someone.
A Lou Reed song: