October 21, 2009

The new winter rye crop.

At Meadhouse:

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30 comments:

traditionalguy said...

I love to see that abundance coming from tiny seeds. Congrats to the top grower.

Pogo said...

It's a close-up of Jesus' reddish beard.

chickenlittle said...

I true sign of fall here is when the winter rye comes in like a soft, thick, luxuriant, deep green carpet.

wv: averyp
sounds like olde English for over-ripe

rhhardin said...

Old growth Maple.

Scott said...

Does Mead brew beer?

chuck b. said...

That's a lot of perlite. This must be growing in a flat.

lucid said...

Willaim Carlos Williams was writing about the approach of Spring rather than of m/Mead, but the lines still seem apt:

under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—

Bissage said...

That’d be a pretty cool place to be a couple millimeters tall.

Ann Althouse said...

@chuck b. Window box.

chickenlittle said...

@chuck b. Window box.

You two are growing your own grass now?

edutcher said...

Scott said...

Does Mead brew beer?

...Or is his favorite song,

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey I cry,
If I don't get rye whiskey,
I surely will die.


Maybe he substitutes Althouse for rye.

WV "seelfs" What happens when lfs come into view.

Balfegor said...

After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.

MadisonMan said...

Green Manure!

TMink said...

Watch out for the ergot poisoning.

Trey

MamaM said...

Pogo...If so, it appears a good brushing might account for those 12 baskets of leftover bread!

KLDAVIS said...

Can't make a Manhattan without rye...or an Old Fashioned for that matter, but being in Wisconsin you're more likely to be subjected to that awful brandy & fruit parfait that tries to pass for a proper cocktail.

Laurie said...

"meadhouse" ... I love that!

and WV is perdee! oh the synchronicity

MadisonMan said...

There is a reason that brandy consumption per capita in WI is off the charts.

Meade said...

Thanks for all the attention, folks.

And now, prepare to be amazed and astonished at my next attempted feat of wonder: Cleaning gutters. (Followed by: Washing windows)

rhhardin said...

Recession pet sale ideas from the Kroger bulletin boards.

Pogo said...

rh:
How do you cook a hedgehog?

BJM said...

@Bissage - What a wonderful comment! Now my mind's eye wanders through that very forest.

We top dressed the back lawn and tossed seeds out before we left town. I assumed birds would scarf down most of the seeds in the unattended yard, but to my surprise a mosaic of green welcomed our return.

Our cats, freshly sprung from boarding purgatory, fell on it like starving goats.

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edutcher said...

Meade said...

And now, prepare to be amazed and astonished at my next attempted feat of wonder: Cleaning gutters. (Followed by: Washing windows)

Take care, compadre.

chickenlittle said...

Our cats, freshly sprung from boarding purgatory, fell on it like starving goats.

Your cats eat grass? How odd.
We have a small fenced yard and a pet bunny. She does a nice job mowing and fertilizing it.

rhhardin said...

Dog with tug toy in fall colors.

wv. excalmo, the sword of apathy.

BJM said...

@Chickenlittle, Cats eat grass as a digestif and millions of cat owners regularly pay $4-5 for a 4" pot of oat grass for their indoor kittehs.

chickenlittle said...

Good to know. We have two outdoor cats. Whenever the one eats grass (the other doesn't) he throws up. So I thought is was just an emetic.

David said...

"When a body . . . meets a body . . . comin' through the rye."

Chip Ahoy said...

Molly Brown house is a few blocks away. I'm intrigued because the outside is exceedingly gauche; recumbent lions, sphinxes, concrete urns, Roman bas relief built into the wall, the oddest mixture of Roman/Greco/Egyptian stylings with natural stone architecture with red flagstone trim you're ever likely to see in one place. Oi.

The thing is, they do not allow photographs of the interior. Now I ask you, what's the fun in that? That caused me to lose interest in a tour.

They do have a fantastic gift shop in the carriage house, however. Their web page does it no justice. Fascinating stuff in there. My favorite: a large wooden replica of a Titanic lifeboat with rolled sail, which I didn't even know they had, and all the oars. Beautiful, and for a mere 100 bucks, but alas, I already have too many wooden boats. That would be so cool, though, I just might go back a get it. I also like the trash cans angled in the shape of smoke stacks, as well as the Egyptian pharaoh halloween masks. All kinds of stuff in there you don't ordinarily associate with a gift shop, Erte coloring books, and fashion books, paper dolls for girls, jewelry, ceramic phrenology head, ushabti figures, Titanic models, spy glasses, all kind of books on all kind of subjects. I just bought some crap, a mug, wildflower seeds for the Aerogarden, and some Molly Brown jelly beans (I think they're magic, or something).

I knew where the house is but I asked people I met on the way there anyway just to gauge their response. Seven people I asked had no idea even though the house is in their own neighborhood and only one block away with a sign in the front that says: MOLLY BROWN HOUSE and with all that garish crap in the front yard.

While I wasphotographing this sphinx, a guy walked up to wait on the porch for a tour. He was not very conversant even though I veritably assaulted him with quips, bon mots, and cagy remarks. He was miffed because he was on time and the tour guide was not. A woman came out of the front door onto the porch wearing period clothing and a hat with a large pin through it to escort him through the house by then two more women showed up. Had they allowed pictures, I'd have gone too. But since they don't, they can just bite me, oops, I mean, they can just forget it, because who want to just look at a bunch of old crap if you can't photograph it?