Unsquare Uncup

I eat meat, fish and vegetables. My philosophy is~ we have all killed and been killed; we have all eaten and been eaten. This is the continuity of life, death and rebirth and today I feel like shining.  I hope to do it a little bit better each time around.

Hudley's flowers
Resurrection flowers of a waxing moon on November 2013. Last years flowers are looking mighty good this year…

When I go a looking for something if I start out Googling; I first type Yahoo.com. Yup I prefer YAHOO. Then it is to the music I go. Today I went to  KJazz 88.1 FM to find the song on my mind at about 7:40 am this morning. It is the jazz song by the Dave Brubeck Quartet called  Unsquare Dance.005 I needed to get it right. This was all done after I went shopping, and after I took the groceries to the car. Also it was done after I looked up to get in the car and saw someone take a picture of me with their hand-held device from their car. I caught him. He was in a SUV. He had on a hat with a small goatee on his chin. He was around 45 to 50 something. Very creepy


Before I looked  up this song and after I went shopping and put my grocers in the car seeing a strange man take a picture of me;  I went crazy in the kitchen. I cooked up some scallops , sesame seeds, yellow squash and zucchini. I made black forest bacon and scallops without wooden spears to make my treat. I highlighted this all with some San Luis Obispo garlic sourdough bread and a uncup of my favorite coffee; Java Delight Donut Shop.


Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
The Book of Thel, Thel's Motto (1789–1792)
~ William Blake


Morning-Glory Flowers and Vine


“Didn’t you hear the morning-glory flower is very independent!!?”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, kind of wild too I hear…and not dependable in the garden.”

“I see them, often, climbing fences and in alleyways, the flower is very beautiful and bright too.”

“Maybe so,” said the old black bird as he flew away.

Overhearing this conversation between two blackbirds I imagined that they were both correct in their observations of the morning-glory flower, which is a wild vine-with flowers that grow around residential homes and alleyways, very beautiful to look at and always a pleasure to find. I have had a packet of morning-glory seeds for a few years and when I clean-up around the house I always seem to find the packet. I put it in one place or another until I find it again.

This year I decided to take a chance and plant the morning-glory seeds in a long wood flower box that my parents gave us years ago. Originally, the flower box was put in on the walkway of our apartment for seven years. Now it has been with us thirteen years here at our home. One side of the box now has a menthol succulent growing in it. I have had that plant for many generations: about twenty-five. I originally was given the plant from my first mother-in-law Mary Kowalewski. My mother and I took many trimmings from the original plant from Mary. It is the kind of plant that will grow with or without water.   It took well to the box, so it lives there happily alone now. Next to it there has been a dry spot where nothing seems to grow beside a few weeds that dry off quickly. It was about three months ago I planted the dark little triangle seeds there; the morning-glory seeds from the packet.

Hudley flowers and her little Sony camera

Something started to grow. At first, I was not sure what was growing. Then my heart jumped because it was vining outwards. I knew at that time it was the independent morning-glory.  How strange, the place that no other plant wanted …it wanted! I think this shows the unique nature of this vine flower.  I put a long stick from a nearby branch in the earth of the box to help the plant vine up it. The one vine leg of this plant did not show any interest. So, I stopped trying. A few days later the other leg of the vine was nicely wound around it. I laughed out loud. I fell deeply in love with this morning-glory vine.

Today I awoke early and went outside to give the vine some water. The days are hot now. I noticed yesterday that the leaves have started to wilt. To my surprise I found two wonderful flowers. Again, my heart about jumped from my chest from joy. So, it goes.

I am not going to bet on it, but I am sneaky and hopeful, that these two legs vining outwards will eventually take over our garden net fence,

“But don’t tell anybody…I don’t want my independent morning-glory and vine to find out!!”