... and how that peach got wedged in the crotch of that tree...
Really, talk about anything.
June 16, 2009
Another day at the Peach Café.
We can talk about decline...
... and how that peach got wedged in the crotch of that tree...
Really, talk about anything.
... and how that peach got wedged in the crotch of that tree...
Really, talk about anything.
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Your Peach roses need to be deadheaded anyway to promote more blooms on the stem. But the peach picker of the green peach came too soon. Did the wind blow it off the peach tree? Major thunderstorms are in Cincy tonight, since the Braves game there is in rain delay. From earlier photos at Meade's there is a flood way nearby. You are in antediluvian territory tonight.
I'm glad O'bama says he won't bail out California, it makes for great theater. Just what will Californians do when the money runs out?
I'm in Wyoming tonight. Man, this place is big.
That family car seems to be a four door, four wheel drive, long bed diesel pickup. They don't get 35 mpg. Try driving 20 miles of rutted gravel road to your ranch in a Prius, carrying a half ton of horse feed.
"Your Peach roses need to be deadheaded anyway to promote more blooms on the stem."
Not our roses. Just one that someone gave us.
"But the peach picker of the green peach came too soon. Did the wind blow it off the peach tree?"
We really don't know how it got there. Seemed funny. A squirrel?
"Major thunderstorms are in Cincy tonight, since the Braves game there is in rain delay. From earlier photos at Meade's there is a flood way nearby. You are in antediluvian territory tonight."
We're high up.
What, no "crotch" label?
"Just what will Californians do when the money runs out?"
We'll go west, old man. I hear the streets in Hawaii are paved with gold.
Clearly the coyotes have learned to climb trees and are collecting peaches to extract cyanide from the pits for use against the local humans.
I can listen to this song all summer long...
Well this works for me too.
Speaking of decline, I just now noticed the Photo chop bleg. Apologies for not sticking to apes, but they're rather evolved when compared with misogynist partisan comedians. Wouldn't do to denigrate our hairy cousins, besides, that's been done to death by Bush satirists, namely Steve Bell, of "Is this Yurp? Are These Yurpeans?" award-winning fame.
I'm ashamed to admit this took a whole minute -- Letterman's d-evolution.
What the bloody cucumber! That thing in the crotch doesn't look like a peach. Did you try it? If anything, it looks like an apricot. We can't afford to mix them up, no, ma'am.
All my rhododendrons have dropped their petals. It makes my garden look like an outtake from a bad M. Night Shalyman (sp?) movie. I know they're coming back, but right now I don't like it.
But I am planting lilacs today. Nice blue lilacs. Love 'em. I'd have painted the house lilac if my wife would have let me.
Really, talk about anything.
Time Crimes (2007) very good.
"Crotch"... what a word.
Armstrong and Getty do Letterman protestor imitations in their first hour today, about six minutes in.
Very funny.
It appears it will be revisited a lot during the show as well.
Thurber went in search of grotches, as described by a gardiner, who was puzzled that Thurber would be interested.
``Dis morning bime by,'' said Barney, I go hunt grotches in de voods."
Armstrong and Getty on Letterman protestors extracted and real-audio'd. 3 minutes.
Instapundit recommends putting as many saxophones as possible into Iran to keep them from shutting down the internet.
Meade should start a gardening blog. Marketability!
And on an unrelated note:
Do I dare to eat a peach stuck in a crotch?
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