Moral Deduction.–The difference between soil and society is
evident. We bury decay in the earth; we plant in it the perishing;
we feed it with offensive refuse: but nothing grows out of it that is
not clean; it gives us back life and beauty for our rubbish. Society
returns us what we give it.
his failing condition; and never again saw him alive
I was absent from home at the last, but heard by daily postal-card of
his failing condition; and never again saw him alive. One sunny
morning, he rose from his rug, went into the conservatory (he was
very thin then), walked around it deliberately, looking at all the
plants he knew, and then went to the bay-window in the dining-room,
and stood a long time looking out upon the little field, now brown
and sere, and toward the garden, where perhaps the happiest hours of
his life had been spent. It was a last look. He turned and walked
away, laid himself down upon the bright spot in the rug, and quietly
died.
his failing condition; and never again saw him alive
I was absent from home at the last, but heard by daily postal-card of
his failing condition; and never again saw him alive. One sunny
morning, he rose from his rug, went into the conservatory (he was
very thin then), walked around it deliberately, looking at all the
plants he knew, and then went to the bay-window in the dining-room,
and stood a long time looking out upon the little field, now brown
and sere, and toward the garden, where perhaps the happiest hours of
his life had been spent. It was a last look. He turned and walked
away, laid himself down upon the bright spot in the rug, and quietly
died.
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James.
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James. Police said a 60-year-old Port Jefferson resident left the van running while he went into the shop. His dog, Bentley, somehow …
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in…
Suffolk County police say no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James.
ST. JAMES, N.Y. (AP) — A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police say no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James.
(The Associated Press) A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James. Police said a 60-year-old Port Jefferson resident left the van running while he went into the shop. His …
Bentley did it! A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house. Suffolk County police say no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James.
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house on Wednesday night. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident, which damaged the glass window and some patio furniture at Cool Beanz coffee shop in St. James.
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffeehouse. Suffolk County police said no one was injured in the incident.
A dog left inside a running van put the vehicle in drive, causing it to crash into a Long Island coffee house.
has a contrary effect on a garden
It is said that absence conquers all things, love included; but it
has a contrary effect on a garden. I was absent for two or three
weeks. I left my garden a paradise, as paradises go in this
protoplastic world; and when I returned, the trail of the serpent was
over it all, so to speak. (This is in addition to the actual snakes
in it, which are large enough to strangle children of average size.)
I asked Polly if she had seen to the garden while I was away, and she
said she had. I found that all the melons had been seen to, and the
early grapes and pears. The green worm had also seen to about half
the celery; and a large flock of apparently perfectly domesticated
chickens were roaming over the ground, gossiping in the hot September
sun, and picking up any odd trifle that might be left. On the whole,
the garden could not have been better seen to; though it would take a
sharp eye to see the potato-vines amid the rampant grass and weeds.
but I think there is rather a cowardice in regard to it
I know that there is supposed to be a prejudice against the onion;
but I think there is rather a cowardice in regard to it. I doubt not
that all men and women love the onion; but few confess their love.
Affection for it is concealed. Good New-Englanders are as shy of
owning it as they are of talking about religion. Some people have
days on which they eat onions,–what you might call ‘retreats,’ or
their ‘Thursdays.’ The act is in the nature of a religious ceremony,
an Eleusinian mystery; not a breath of it must get abroad. On that
day they see no company; they deny the kiss of greeting to the
dearest friend; they retire within themselves, and hold communion
with one of the most pungent and penetrating manifestations of the
moral vegetable world. Happy is said to be the family which can eat
onions together. They are, for the time being, separate from the
world, and have a harmony of aspiration. There is a hint here for
the reformers. Let them become apostles of the onion; let them eat,
and preach it to their fellows, and circulate tracts of it in the
form of seeds. In the onion is the hope of universal brotherhood.
If all men will eat onions at all times, they will come into a
universal sympathy. Look at Italy. I hope I am not mistaken as to
the cause of her unity. It was the Reds who preached the gospel
which made it possible. All the Reds of Europe, all the sworn
devotees of the mystic Mary Ann, eat of the common vegetable. Their
oaths are strong with it. It is the food, also, of the common people
of Italy. All the social atmosphere of that delicious land is laden
with it. Its odor is a practical democracy. In the churches all are
alike: there is one faith, one smell. The entrance of Victor Emanuel
into Rome is only the pompous proclamation of a unity which garlic
had already accomplished; and yet we, who boast of our democracy, eat
onions in secret.
Bicycles, barbecues, patio furniture, lawn and garden equipment, steel window frames, rain gutters and downspouts are some of the things around the home that are susceptible to rust damage.
(ARA) - The latest rage in home improvement is an “outrage” - the new a.k.a. for the still-booming trend of expanding outdoor living spaces. Long gone are the days when homeowners were satisfied with a simple deck, a beat-up grill and some basic patio furniture.
During his annual physical check-up in March, David Kelver’s doctor noticed he’d never had his tonsils out, and remarked that the right one looked a bit swollen. The doctor concluded, however, that the problem was minor and would clear up on its own, and sent him home. Several months later, Kelver, a 58-year-old engineer, noticed a lump in his neck.
I suppose I ought to be flattered now that a superstar pollster has identified my home county as the epicenter of everything new and important in American politics.
Craftmade International, Inc. today reported the following results for its fiscal 2009 first quarter ended September 30, 2008:
A caller reported that her patio furniture was stolen Monday night on Pinos Altos Street. A caller reported that her vehicle ran over her left leg Tuesday at 10:57 a.m. Her niece disengaged the emergency brake and caused the vehicle to roll.
On Nov. 7, a man on Eric Sparrow Road, Kinston, reported someone broke into his residence and stole the following: Two mattress/box springs (value not listed), and a glass table top (value not listed).
ADOLPHUS Give Russ Walkup a bundle of wood, and just stand back and watch what he can do.
Republicans are consoling themselves by telling anyone who will listen that we still live in a “center-right country.” They’re right. That’s the good news. The bad news is that they’ve lost the center.
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The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the
latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So
long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes
back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business,
eaten dirt, and sown wild-oats, drifted about the world, and taken
the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of
looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to
him as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.
To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and
watch, their renewal of life, this is the commonest delight of the
race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do. When Cicero writes
of the pleasures of old age, that of agriculture is chief among them:
by an open window
When I returned, they had laid Calvin on a table in an upper chamber
by an open window. It was February. He reposed in a candle-box,
lined about the edge with evergreen, and at his head stood a little
wine-glass with flowers. He lay with his head tucked down in his
arms,–a favorite position of his before the fire,–as if asleep in
the comfort of his soft and exquisite fur. It was the involuntary
exclamation of those who saw him, ‘How natural he looks!’ As
for myself, I said nothing. John buried him under the twin
hawthorn-trees,–one white and the other pink,–in a spot where Calvin
was fond of lying and listening to the hum of summer insects and the
twitter of birds.
rotate the turnips in; it is a political fashion
‘Yes: I have rotated the gone-to-seed lettuce off, and expect to
rotate the turnips in; it is a political fashion.’