Category Archives: Folk Art

just in after having set out 144 cabbages in a fine light rain, the rows straight, the cabbages spirited, and me, the day done, with just enough energy to cabbage on

“Cabbage: A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head.”  Ambrose Bierce

“Remorse is eating his soul like a caterpillar in a cabbage.” Dorothy Sayers

“An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.” H.L  Mencken

“Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college degree.”  Mark Twain

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Painting. Marilyn Wells. http://www.marilynwells.com/

 

 

With Soul and Earth Only

Imagine if every adult in America sat on a rock each morning and listened or prayed or studied their ankles. 6 minutes, say.  Or, to splurge a bit, imagine if every adult likewise attended each morning a garden of carrots and spinach.  6 minutes, say. What would come of 300 million folks sitting/gardening each morning for 12 minutes? 12 minutes with soul and earth only.


Art: Kerry Buck

http://www.kerrybuck.com/portfolio_item.asp?id=181&picture_title=Green%20Fields

With Winterberry Lips

snowman

Quetzal rolled out the year’s first snowman this week, and here he is, bright-eyed and hopeful. I think he’s hopeful, although it could be he’s sad or maybe curious. You’ll notice he seems to be looking at something, something above him. Continue reading