Beautiful weather. No wind. Salsa music catecorner from across the street.
The little plants in the pots, in the ground properly, or in bigger pots.
Friends scheduled to come and take away my extras of my horticultural experiments.
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My neighbor, feeling kind of better. I gave her a basil plant I grew from seed, potted up. I lied and said it was an extra, but I still have three, and really that is enough.
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Her pup, Tiny.
Here you can see a flower bud from one of my heirloom tomatoes. They are larger than what we are usually used to.
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Here are my potted up heirloom tomatoes and a few other plants, ready to find new homes. That was from a few weeks ago, they all got bigger later and are now all tended in larger circumstances.
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Here's a fairly wild rose I bought from CARC Farm some years back. It's a rambler and blooms in the spring, and occasionally again later.
CARC Farm is Carlsbad Area Retarded Citizens. Name fail, I know, but they do good work with working out how to make a place where people who are really damaged, can be part of a community and really have jobs.
CARC people work with our local recycling center, and a thrift shop up on their campus,, and they have a pecan orchard and they work with that too.
They come into the grocery store, in groups, at times, with someone to help.
They buy a lot of stuff.
They look at me briefly, and then mostly look away.
There are some Down's syndrome people.
There is usually a manager, but over the years, I cannot see the manager so much anymore.
They must feel so shy, like I do when I go into the grocery store, and worry, worry, worry..who will be here? What will I have to deal with here?
Can't I just get in and out of here, get my food, keep my friends happy..and get out?
Others likely see these folks like a herd of sheep.
Every time I see them, I think about them more.
What are you really about, CARC people? What have we missed about you? How much are you about us, and most importantly; how have we failed you by assuming up front that you are NOT about us?
Miep