Archive for December, 2008

His personal appearance had much to do with this, for he was of royal

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

mould, and had an air of high breeding
His personal appearance had much to do with this, for he was of royal
mould, and had an air of high breeding. He was large, but he had
nothing of the fat grossness of the celebrated Angora family; though
powerful, he was exquisitely proportioned, and as graceful in every
movement as a young leopard. When he stood up to open a door–he
opened all the doors with old-fashioned latches–he was portentously
tall, and when stretched on the rug before the fire he seemed too
long for this world–as indeed he was. His coat was the finest and
softest I have ever seen, a shade of quiet Maltese; and from his
throat downward, underneath, to the white tips of his feet, he wore
the whitest and most delicate ermine; and no person was ever more
fastidiously neat. In his finely formed head you saw something of
his aristocratic character; the ears were small and cleanly cut,
there was a tinge of pink in the nostrils, his face was handsome, and
the expression of his countenance exceedingly intelligent–I should
call it even a sweet expression, if the term were not inconsistent
with his look of alertness and sagacity.

He always held himself in a kind of reserve with his friend, as if he

Friday, December 26th, 2008

had said, ‘Let us respect our personality, and not make a “mess” of
friendship
He always held himself in a kind of reserve with his friend, as if he
had said, ‘Let us respect our personality, and not make a “mess” of
friendship.’ He saw, with Emerson, the risk of degrading it to
trivial conveniency. ‘Why insist on rash personal relations with
your friend?’ ‘Leave this touching and clawing.’ Yet I would not
give an unfair notion of his aloofness, his fine sense of the
sacredness of the me and the not-me. And, at the risk of not being
believed, I will relate an incident, which was often repeated.
Calvin had the practice of passing a portion of the night in the
contemplation of its beauties, and would come into our chamber over
the roof of the conservatory through the open window, summer and
winter, and go to sleep on the foot of my bed. He would do this
always exactly in this way; he never was content to stay in the
chamber if we compelled him to go upstairs and through the door. He
had the obstinacy of General Grant. But this is by the way. In the
morning, he performed his toilet and went down to breakfast with the
rest of the family. Now, when the mistress was absent from home, and
at no other time, Calvin would come in the morning, when the bell
rang, to the head of the bed, put up his feet and look into my face,
follow me about when I rose, ‘assist’ at the dressing, and in many
purring ways show his fondness, as if he had plainly said, ‘I know
that she has gone away, but I am here.’ Such was Calvin in rare
moments.

It is at home, however, that the effect is most marked, though

Thursday, December 25th, 2008

sometimes in a way that I had not expected
It is at home, however, that the effect is most marked, though
sometimes in a way that I had not expected. I have never read of any
Roman supper that seemed to me equal to a dinner of my own
vegetables; when everything on the table is the product of my own
labor, except the clams, which I have not been able to raise yet, and
the chickens, which have withdrawn from the garden just when they
were most attractive. It is strange what a taste you suddenly have
for things you never liked before. The squash has always been to me
a dish of contempt; but I eat it now as if it were my best friend. I
never cared for the beet or the bean; but I fancy now that I could
eat them all, tops and all, so completely have they been transformed
by the soil in which they grew. I think the squash is less squashy,
and the beet has a deeper hue of rose, for my care of them.

A garden is an awful responsibility

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be
aiding to grow in it. I heard a sermon, not long ago, in which the
preacher said that the Christian, at the moment of his becoming one,
was as perfect a Christian as he would be if he grew to be an
archangel; that is, that he would not change thereafter at all, but
only develop. I do not know whether this is good theology, or not; and
I hesitate to support it by an illustration from my garden, especially
as I do not want to run the risk of propagating error, and I do not
care to give away these theological comparisons to clergymen who make
me so little return in the way of labor. But I find, in dissecting a
pea-blossom, that hidden in the center of it is a perfect miniature
pea-pod, with the peas all in it,–as perfect a pea-pod as it will ever
be, only it is as tiny as a chatelaine ornament. Maize and some other
things show the same precocity. This confirmation of the theologic
theory is startling, and sets me meditating upon the moral
possibilities of my garden. I may find in it yet the cosmic egg.

I now see that I have left out many of the most moral elements

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

I now see that I have left out many of the most moral elements.
Neither onions, parsnips, carrots, nor cabbages are here. I have
never seen a garden in the autumn before, without the uncouth cabbage
in it; but my garden gives the impression of a garden without a head.
The cabbage is the rose of Holland. I admire the force by which it
compacts its crisp leaves into a solid head. The secret of it would
be priceless to the world. We should see less expansive foreheads
with nothing within. Even the largest cabbages are not always the
best. But I mention these things, not from any sympathy I have with
the vegetables named, but to show how hard it is to go contrary to
the expectations of society. Society expects every man to have
certain things in his garden. Not to raise cabbage is as if one had
no pew in church. Perhaps we shall come some day to free churches
and free gardens; when I can show my neighbor through my tired
garden, at the end of the season, when skies are overcast, and brown
leaves are swirling down, and not mind if he does raise his eyebrows
when he observes, ‘Ah! I see you have none of this, and of that.’ At
present we want the moral courage to plant only what we need; to
spend only what will bring us peace, regardless of what is going on
over the fence. We are half ruined by conformity; but we should be
wholly ruined without it; and I presume I shall make a garden next
year that will be as popular as possible.

He always held himself in a kind of reserve with his friend, as if he

Wednesday, December 10th, 2008

had said, ‘Let us respect our personality, and not make a “mess” of
friendship
He always held himself in a kind of reserve with his friend, as if he
had said, ‘Let us respect our personality, and not make a “mess” of
friendship.’ He saw, with Emerson, the risk of degrading it to
trivial conveniency. ‘Why insist on rash personal relations with
your friend?’ ‘Leave this touching and clawing.’ Yet I would not
give an unfair notion of his aloofness, his fine sense of the
sacredness of the me and the not-me. And, at the risk of not being
believed, I will relate an incident, which was often repeated.
Calvin had the practice of passing a portion of the night in the
contemplation of its beauties, and would come into our chamber over
the roof of the conservatory through the open window, summer and
winter, and go to sleep on the foot of my bed. He would do this
always exactly in this way; he never was content to stay in the
chamber if we compelled him to go upstairs and through the door. He
had the obstinacy of General Grant. But this is by the way. In the
morning, he performed his toilet and went down to breakfast with the
rest of the family. Now, when the mistress was absent from home, and
at no other time, Calvin would come in the morning, when the bell
rang, to the head of the bed, put up his feet and look into my face,
follow me about when I rose, ‘assist’ at the dressing, and in many
purring ways show his fondness, as if he had plainly said, ‘I know
that she has gone away, but I am here.’ Such was Calvin in rare
moments.

Wondrous polymer coating heals cracks, erases scratches (New Kerala)

Washington, Dec 10 : A wondrous new coating will heal tiny cracks in your table or the scratch on your new car.

New polymer coatings prevent corrosion, even when scratched (EurekAlert!)

( University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign ) Imagine tiny cracks in your patio table healing by themselves, or the first small scratch on your new car disappearing by itself. This and more may be possible with self-healing coatings being developed at the University of Illinois.

New polymer coatings prevent corrosion, even when scratched (PhysOrg)

Imagine tiny cracks in your patio table healing by themselves, or the first small scratch on your new car disappearing by itself. This and more may be possible with self-healing coatings being developed at the University of Illinois.

A pressure washer is a versatile tool to have around (Reno Gazette-Journal)

A pressure washer is a machine that compresses air and then mixes it with water supplied from a garden hose. The result is water that comes out of a washing wand under high pressure, from 800 to 3,000 pounds per square inch.

New sports bar planned for Barking Shark (Fort Myers Beach Observer)

About 20 buyers walked slowly around the Barking Shark Friday morning before the auction began to sell the restaurant, as stated by the public auction sign out front.

A DIY Checklist for Winterizing the Exterior of Your Home (Carteret County News-Times)

(ARA) -The cold winter season brings destructive snow, ice and freezing temperatures to homeowners in the Snow Belt states each year and proper preparation is essential. There are numerous tasks that you, the homeowner, can do to protect and prepare the exterior of your home before winter sets in.

Speaking of those yellow squash-bugs, I think I disheartened them by

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

covering the plants so deep with soot and wood-ashes that they could
not find them; and I am in doubt if I shall ever see the plants
again
Speaking of those yellow squash-bugs, I think I disheartened them by
covering the plants so deep with soot and wood-ashes that they could
not find them; and I am in doubt if I shall ever see the plants
again. But I have heard of another defense against the bugs. Put a
fine wire-screen over each hill, which will keep out the bugs and
admit the rain. I should say that these screens would not cost much
more than the melons you would be likely to get from the vines if you
bought them; but then think of the moral satisfaction of watching the
bugs hovering over the screen, seeing, but unable to reach the tender
plants within. That is worth paying for.

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