Local Music

First, Happy Star Wars Day. May the 4th be with you.

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I told you yesterday about missing Z day because we went to a concert where a friend of ours was performing. Today, I’m going to carry on with the music theme. This is another local musician. He also happens to be DW’s cousin.

4f0c0269edaa197628f40198958396bd-music-jokes-music-humorSteve is wicked good with his guitar. His voice is easily recognizable, too. I could pick it out of a police line up from 50 paces without my glasses. What it’s doing in the police line-up is beyond me. You’ll have to ask Steve.

He is a singer/songwriter with a sound like no other. He sounds like the birth child of Joni Mitchell, Stan Rogers, and a Fender. He took a few years off from writing songs (if 15 is a few). He’s back at it again with new songs. As always, they’re songs we can connect to. They’re as real as the voice he uses to bring them to life. We’ve heard him play so many times. Sometimes in his own home. Sometimes at the venue of his latest gig. Sometimes solo and sometimes with friends. Now you can hear him at his newest gig… Right here on this little blog.

Sit back, relax, and turn your speakers up. Then close your eyes and imagine yourself at thirteen years old and just discovering love. As love walks into your life, it could also “walk right out again.”

Without further ado, Here’s Story of Love. Let us known what you think of it down in the comments.

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Farmin’ and Gardenin’

My dad’s parents were farmers. They raised chickens and tended crops. There may have been livestock, but I’m not exactly sure. If there was, I don’t remember it or it was before my time. Hence, my dad grew up on a farm. He knows how to tend to plants. It shows, too. The plants he grows around his house thrive under his care. He is the “Plant Manager”.

I didn’t grow up on a farm, but with grandparents (and friends) with a farm, I spent plenty of time on them. So I don’t think it’s such a coincidence that I came to work on a farm when I was 13. I started out as a farm hand, essentially. Move stuff here. Move stuff over there. Plant these seeds. Water those plants. Cut this asparagus. Pick those raspberries. Pick these blackberries. Lay irrigation pipe. Pick melons until the trailer is full. And the tomatoes! And Peppers! Rows and rows and rows, each 250 (thousand?) yards long. I loved it. Later, after graduating high school, still working on the same farm, I started scouting crops. Corn mostly. Sometimes peas. Sometimes Potatoes. Sometimes in Maryland. Sometimes in Delaware. Sometimes in New Jersey. I loved it.

Why the history? Because I still tend a farm. Well, not a farm, per say. A vegetable garden is just a tiny farm, right? Since getting our own place here in Canada, I’ve planted a tiny farm every summer. Broccoli, lettuce and green peppers. This year I have onions and a jalapeno plant. Last year I tried carrots, but they turned out like a homeless alien’s toes.

The difference between my vegetables this year from years past is where they were born. I used to start them from seed myself. This year I bought them from a local grower (also a good friend) who has her own impressive greenhouse. All I had to do was make the 15 minute drive to pick them up. So here’s my Public Service Announcement for today.

Buy local.

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Instant garden

It may not be the prettiest, but it will be tasty! Those are re-purposed pallets filled with soil, peat, and compost. Onions on the far left. Lettuce in the middle left. Peppers in the middle right. Broccoli on the far right. An added bonus is that it’s something the whole family can do. Both Crash and Bang helped dig the holes, pulled the plants from the pots, and plant them. They love getting their hands dirty as much as I do.

Do you enjoy gardening? Flowers, vegetables, or both? What is your favorite plant to grow?