Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Spiderwort against my forsythia hedge
When I bought my house, the property was mostly barren. An older woman, a widow all of whose children had grown and moved on, lived in it and did the best she could to maintain the structure, which wasn’t very much. Any cracks or gaps in the woodwork or a window frame were repaired with modeling clay. Any thing that came loose (like some of the wallpaper that was six layers thick in the downstairs rooms and that went back to the very late 1800s) was secured with pink thumb tacks. There were pink thumb tacks in the walls, the siding of the exterior, even in the garden. The house was sold as a “handyman special.” You’re reading the handyman right now.
The property was so bare because the owner before her was a developer who wanted to take the house down (it then had half an acre of land), buy a couple of other adjoining plots, rip those houses down, and build a subdivision of cheap little ranch houses. But the other properties wouldn’t sell, he just subdivided the land so that my house now sits on a simple 1/8 acre house lot, built some little cape houses on the remaining land surrounding me, and stripped all the good topsoil off everything to use on another site. When I bought the property, crabgrass would barely grow here.
I eventually built up the soil by composting and by many, MANY trips over to the police stables in West Roxbury to bring back barrels of horse manure and straw to spread over the depleted subsoil. But some extremely hardy things had taken root and survived (if not flourished) during the bad years. The spiderwort above apparently can survive in anything and was there to greet me during my first spring in the house. Lilies of the Valley, some very old fashioned yellow and deep burgundy/brown iris, and violets also had a toehold. In my time, all these have come along and spread so that the annual flower count (to which I have added astilbe, day lilies, roses, carnations and a variety of bulbs) is high.
The heat wave broke this morning in an innocent little ten minute or less shower. Within four hours, the temperature dropped from 88 degres to 56 degrees. We're apparently going to have a summer of extremes, weather exactly mirroring the mood of the nation . . . .
. . . . which is a perfect segue to the latest fascistic statement out of the deranged, obsessive, and potentially extremely dangerous religious right:
Christian Coalition: Gays Should Wear Warning Labels
by 365Gay.com Newscenter Staff
June 13, 2005
(New York City) The leader of a conservative Christian lobby group says that gays should be required to wear warning labels.
"We put warning labels on cigarette packs because we know that smoking takes one to two years off the average life span, yet we 'celebrate' a lifestyle that we know spreads every kind of sexually transmitted disease and takes at least 20 years off the average life span according to the 2005 issue of the revered scientific journal Psychological Reports," said Rev. Bill Banuchi, executive director of the New York Christian Coalition.
The journal regularly publishes articles described by many mainstream psychologists as misleading and faulty. The homosexuality morbidity study was conducted by the conservative anti-gay Family Research Institute.
Banuchi called LGBT Pride celebrations held in New Paltz, north of New York City, and other areas of the country on the weekend "sad". He called on people to "pray for those who are deceived by the lies of popular culture, who are caught up in a destructive lifestyle, and for the children who are being zealously evangelized by radical homosexuals."
It is not the first time gays have been told they should wear labels. In Nazi Germany gays were forced to wear the pink triangle to differentiate them from other internees at concentration camps.