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Sunday, May 25, 2008
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Big Kahuna 26
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Ontario, Canada.
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LanTerra Blog > Unable to sleep or reset my clock from weeks of getting up at 4am, I arise this morning as the Robbin begins to sing his daily song of life. The brisk morning air settles in as the clear skies radiate any of the nights lingering temperatures. The frost has all but left us for another season as the plants happily commence to spreading their wings.
The chores are mounting now with each passing day as the yard and garden slowly transform into the annual Eden of wonder. There is still so much to do and there never seams to be enough ticks left to tock on the daily clock. Feathered friends never finish their tiresome daily rounds. Broodingly they arise each day to feed the hungry mouths of the unrelenting hatchlings. Obsessed by nature’s procreative instinct, the grower resembles Robin and his cousins in the determination and efforts deemed necessary to proceed up the ladder to pumpkin Ville.
Time is the limiting factor that most growers often overlook. Too, little results in unattended growth and inattentive plants. The balance of time versus chore is often found as the gardener rests his tiresome back in the solace on the fresh spring air.
Driven by desire to sire the most prevalent of fruit the former surly grower emerges each morning from his den refreshed and rejuvenated by the wonderful sites and smells that only Mother Nature can provide. Inspired by the chore of propagation this Gardner awaits the results of his early morning encounters hopefully ending in a progeny of such size and girth that few are able to fathom. The efforts of his laborious chores mount as each day passes the grower hopes early bird will assuredly garner the worm. Singing from the highest branch. Proudly each morning the Robbin proclaims it has been a worthwhile effort.
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