Friday, June 28, 2013

#543: Ironman Race: Passing of the chip

Last weekend was the Ironman,
a fundraiser for Mentoring Youth Nantucket.
My son was on my husband's team:
incoming runner

Passing of the chip

bike heading out

A companionship of sport,
one generation to the next.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

#542: Vision of a secret beach

Nantucket has her secret places,
obviously these bike riders know this one.

Down an overgrown path, an egret inlet.

with nearly invisible crabs,

 ethereal down feathers caught in the beachgrass,

Conch shells, long empty,

and birds wandering in circles,
nothing to fear here.

Friday, June 21, 2013

#541: Russell Morash's Garden

Our go-to reference book
for gardening has always been
Russell Morash's Victory Garden.
Who knew we'd get to visit his home version
on Nantucket?
Of course, it helps that Marian Morash buys
her fish from us, Glidden's Island Seafood.

We headed over on a rainy day.
The Morash garden began with Nantucket's typical 1/4" topsoil,
in other words, none. It's all sand.
The Morashes bring in loads of free compost from the dump,
I mean, Environmental Park.

David had some ideas,

About which Mr. Morash was, um, skeptical.

The man knows what he's doing--look at this butter lettuce!
We don't even try bibb, the slugs always get them.
(he gave us this one, bless him--it served 3 meals...)

It starts in the 'Victory Garden' greenhouse.
One plant per cell or a bunch in a row planter.

Then to 4" pots, all in starter soil.
Garden soil would bring bugs and fungus into the greenhouse.

Everything goes into raised beds

in perfect rows.

The bean seedlings are covered to keep the doves and crows
from pulling them up.

We're going to try these Hakurei turnips next year,
planted May 2nd and ready to harvest already!
They were an inch across and so sweet.


The indeterminate tomatoes are pruned and trained
to two main stems.

Escarole is blanched by a pot on top.
This was an experiment,
worked ok but some has bolted.
It perversely made me happy
that even Russell Morash's lettuces
get away from him.

The fruit of it all,
summer feasting with anonymous family 
and friends.
Very funny, guys.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

#539: Nantucket Fog

Last night's sky looked like this:
A waxing gibbous moon
 peaking through cotton candy clouds.

This morning, thrown a curve ball, we were fogged in.

No children at the Jetties playground.

Rosa Rugosa in bloom, smells so sweet.
I can't give you scent on my blog
but I did try for sound:
sparrows, waves, foghorn...
sadly, my computer's mike isn't strong enough.

Lone bicycle.

A bit of a wind.

Empty playground, 
waiting for the tourists.

Seagulls wait too.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

#538: Father's Day Photos

So here's my last minute Father's Day hero:
Yes, it's Tony, at the Camera Shop on Sparks Ave.
Sorry for the poor quality photo--
not Tony's fault!

He's been running the place forever and is,
as of last spring, the official owner.

With a cool truck magnet.

So, all I have to do is go to
load some pictures, hit order prints and
voila! Tony emails me a half-hour later
and I go pick them up.
At 25 cents a picture it's a steal.

Awesome Father's day album or photo book or calendar
or card or mug or t-shirt.
OK, only the photos are instant but he can
get the rest too.
I love having a local guy help me with my 'projects'.
I'd show you the results but David reads my blog
and I don't want to wreck the surprise.
Thanks, Tony!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

#537: Sermon Haiku #41: Revelation 1

Clear view of Jesus
Can't stay focused, what to do?
Caller ID helps

Bible Gateway site
I'll get there in a minute
Checking Facebook first

Ten minutes later
John's not the only one who
Needs Revelation

A glance is a start
Jesus, faithful messenger
Resurrected One

Ruler over all
Loves us unalterably  
Freeing us from sin


Tarnished gold lampstands
Designed to hold gospel light
Needing to be shined


Jesus walks between
Hanging out among churches
Polishing the gold.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

#536: Nantucket Spring

Spring on Nantucket is fleeting.
Some years it's only days long.

Baby chicks, snuggled in


Grow to kid chicks, tasting the outdoors,

Then to teen chicks, 
catch me if you can...

Peeking starflowers give way to

 Quaker ladies

and climbing poison ivy.

the moors will still be lonely,

the boat basin,  not so much.
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