💧🥬🌱Home-Grown Water Garden🌱🥬💧

So who else is home, trying to find things to do, to keep them occupied???

You too huh? 😉

Well, like many, YouTube is becoming a place in which to marinate. After vegging-out, I got an idea. Why not try to grow veggies & herbs at home?!?!🤔🤔🤔

So of course YouTube delivered & I found videos to assist, especially when I didn’t wish to use any soil. All I wanted to use was water & store bought items💧. The videos below helped me tremendously…

Lettuce… https://youtu.be/J9mRHPGSHmM

So, I decided to start with lettuce & scallions (green onions)

04/11/2020

In approximately 4-5 days, my Romaine Lettuce & Scallions were growing rapidly & beautifully…

Then I watched this video…

https://youtu.be/psiU0DCNmnw

It was obvious that my Home-Grown Water Garden wasn’t finished. It was time to try my luck with cabbage. I admit, I’m a tad excited & my veggie garden is coming along rather nicely…

And why not? The cost of food is getting ridiculous, the lines & lack of certain foods is also an issue. And if you’re not crazy about going out during this shelter-in-place, growing what you can at home is a beneficial idea.

This is soooooo much fun! ☺

Indoor Water Gardening

Wish me well!!!👍🏾 ~Maxwanette A Poetess

Red Potatoes w/Spuds

I’m going to take a crack at potatoes. The red ones I’m using are a bit small & already have spuds. But I’m determined to make it work.

#NextStepHydroponics

📚✍🏾”Sweet T”~By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾📚

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“Sweet T”

Cool & Brown

Precious to the touch

A look that I love so much

Flowing in a way,

I will always remember

Perfect arrival on a cold day in December

Delicate fragrance

Spectacular to behold

Created from a love, that’s never been told…

“Sweet T”

*Inspired by my daughter.

© Maxwanette A Poetess, All Rights Reserved.

“FOOD!” & Poetry…~Maxwanette A Poetess

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FOOD!!!

No matter what your specific tastes are, we all have them. Everything & Anything, can and often is written about and or expressed through Poetry, involving…? You guessed it,

“FOOD!”

And why not? An old Jamaican saying states, “Food is The Staff Of Life”, DEEP. During funerals, in many cultures, the food is SERIOUS BUSINESS.

Think about it? Who hasn’t eaten something so good, that you knew you were dissolving into its rich blend, touched every sensory perception that you had & some you newly discovered and or forgot? You that went down just right as it soothed its passage, gently filling your beautifully created vessel? Spreading its richness all over your essence? Yep, food matters and many poets have expressed this as well, lol!

We’re not here to promote any food agenda’s or menu’s, nor to cater to diets or health specification and or limitations. But there will be “FOOD-PORN” (Sorry no nudity or grossness, just food & dishes) now and again, lol! Maybe you’re a Magician in the Kitchen! Heck, maybe you’re trying? Let’s see what you got! Hmmm…Maybe your dish or picture of something yummy can inspire a poem, lol! Hey, stranger things have happened, lol!

~By Maxwanette A. Poetess

🖋️📜🖋️📜🖋️📜🖋️📜🖋️📜🖋️📜

 

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Delicious

We all enjoy delicious food, 
Makes us happy, fixes our mood. 
It’s all about the juicy taste, 
Doesn’t matter, where the food is placed.
We should consider, nutritional support, 
We shall need it if we engage in a sport. 
Energy; food provides – plenty
Need a bit more, if we’re over twenty.
A great dish, we should all savor, 
Eat slowly, as we taste the flavor. 
Choose our very favorite cuisine, 
Is it red? Or is it green?
by AnitaPoems.com

http://www.anitapoems.com/poems-about-food.html

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After Apple-Picking
BY ROBERT FROST

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree 
Toward heaven still, 
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill 
Beside it, and there may be two or three 
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. 
But I am done with apple-picking now. 
Essence of winter sleep is on the night, 
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. 
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight 
I got from looking through a pane of glass 
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough 
And held against the world of hoary grass. 
It melted, and I let it fall and break. 
But I was well 
Upon my way to sleep before it fell, 
And I could tell 
What form my dreaming was about to take. 
Magnified apples appear and disappear, 
Stem end and blossom end, 
And every fleck of russet showing clear. 
My instep arch not only keeps the ache, 
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. 
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend. 
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin 
The rumbling sound 
Of load on load of apples coming in. 
For I have had too much 
Of apple-picking: I am overtired 
Of the great harvest I myself desired. 
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, 
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. 
For all 
That struck the earth, 
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, 
Went surely to the cider-apple heap 
As of no worth. 
One can see what will trouble 
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. 
Were he not gone, 
The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his 
Long sleep, as I describe it’s coming on, 
Or just some human sleep.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/…/44259/after-apple-picking