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These are a few of the images of the garden and surroundings where I have been gardening and developing some fruit trees and more for pleasure and good eating.

This is really what it is all about - forget some of the hokey pokey and just put your right foot in - deep. Over and over again.

In spite of the hordes of grasshoppers most of the garden survived. These swarms devoured leaves of the fruit trees, ate their way through the beans and peas and succulent new growths, missing an abundant amount of bindweed.

To top that off, the moles munched their way from underground and destroyed most of the strawberries plants, corn and squash. The cats got revenge on some of them though.

All in all, the garden was a success and a healthy and vibrant way to spend the summer. As a solution to some of the problems facing us today, we all should be planting some amount of garden, or at least, one or two veggies that we can nurture through the Fall and Winter.

There is nothing quite as exquisite as biting into tomatoes

and other veggies grown by our hands and loving touches.

The beeswax (more on these recipes) will soon be turned into a furniture polish to be used for and by those people who are sensitive to petroleum based products which our world is glutted with.

Through the help and kind donation of our frinds at Simply Honey we were donated that small sample for experimentation. The polish will be for sale as soon as I get it made! Thank you, Brent.

The Hokey Pokey - Shakespearean Style

Put your left foot in,
Your left foot out,
Your left foot in,
And shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about.
Shakespearean Style

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt.
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.