Boy, I remember a few years ago when I decided to plant according to the moon phases, as outlined in my Farmer's Almanac. I didn't get a bumper crop or anything, and as far as I know the food I did get did not contain more vital energy. The chief benefit was it broke the planting season into manageable chunks. Maybe my modern life, disconnected from the Earth and the growing things upon it, has rendered me incapable of seeing lunar magic. Too bad. I dreamed the other night that we were weeding and found a clump of bindweed with a root ball the size of a cabbage, and in the dream I looked at it in despair, and said, "Well, I guess we can try cooking it." Bindweed is the bane of my existence. Well, one of the banes of my existence. I have a bunch of banes.
Our neighbor came and cut our wheat. I'm glad we're done with it for a little while, because watering wheat is way more stressful than alfalfa, and we are sucky irrigators. The kids crossed the field to climb the ash tree, and they found a crazy caterpillar that looks like this:
On the JST of Hebrws 10-13
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Utah pale swallowtail fifth instar caterpillars change color from green to brown before pupating.
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