Portion Control

I think all this intrusive regulation and legislation aimed at getting everybody to eat what they are told, and those skimpy new school lunches, (clean up your plate...wait, no, don't clean up your plate....obesity you know) is aimed at getting us all used to being hungry so we are ready when the 9 billion folks who are supposed to be sharing Earth with us come 2050 show up. Just sayin'.......

There's a Blue Moon over Northview

And a cardinal chinking in the side yard and a robin on the long lawn with thick, blind fog creeping in from all over.

 It has been crazy busy, as it always is, since the fair ended. Tis the season when you run around all day doing stuff and at the end of the day you wonder what you did.

A nice surprise just at dusk yesterday though. The little red truck rumbled up the driveway. Our boy is laid off again. Hard on his wallet but nice for those of us who like having him around.

I dreamed of weapons last night...prolly because of the varmint proliferation around the place and the moose video from Vermont. I have always looked closely at the woods and swamps when we drive thought the Dacks, watching for my first wild moose. After seeing this I am going to look the other way or something.

And I have to laugh at the response to the study by Stanford University that found no significant differences between organic foods and conventionally raised foods (except price of course...you sure can find a difference there). People instantly reacted with howls that it is still better for you. It is! It is! Science-pah, what's that mean? Can't let a little thing like that change your mind.

It reminds me of the whole eggs-bacon-milk-cheese-beef steak, name your food- will kill you thing. After activists get done destroying the market for wholesome foods, those pesky old scientists come along and debunk all those theories. Too late. Everybody knows better now. And boy, will they tell you so. At least around here organic produce tends to be far lower quality, damaged vegetables, tasteless, or even nasty tasting dairy products. I avoid them.

No Frost with Random Photos

Grapes by flash. I was trying for the moon.

Fail.

So I settled for the fruit of the vine

on the fruit salad tree

jelly soon

The boy, playing bean bag toss at the farm show.

His decrepit old mother beat him by 40 points.

Jordanville monastery

Above and below photos by the bean bag game loser

No frost yet. Hallelujah. The tomatoes get another chance. Brought all but two house plants inside anyhow. Just two water cannas to find a home for. I should just stick them in the cellar, but I HATE to go down there. Ugh.