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barley, praying hands

At one point we thought maybe the ninja girl would do a science fair (shudder) project involving growing wheat and barley. (Barley can tolerate a more saline soil than wheat, so...) But, that didn't happen, so then there was a pound of wheat seed and a pound of barley seed to be dealt with. The wheat seed I'm gradually boiling up and eating (it's good, actually). The barley seed, though, was pretty unappetizing. The company that sold me the seeds intended them to be sprouted and then ground up to make green drinks, but I don't fancy that particular sort of healthful drink. So, in the end, I dumped the barley seed out in the back by the bluebird house sparrow and tufted titmouse houses, thinking that the various birds in the neighborhood might eat it.

They disdained it, and it lay there. Fast forward to today; I'm out back, viewing all my domain, and I notice a thick patch of especially luxuriant-seeming grass by the birdhouses. It turns out to be the barley, all sprouted now. The barley grass is very very soft. I'm going to let it grow into mature barley plants, a mini field of barley. And then I'll have a whole new crop of barley seed! Which even the birds can disdain, and the cycle of life will continue! Or, maybe I can make beer.

Meanwhile, in the woods, there is a type of bush or small tree whose leaves are unfolding in sets of four. Two are like praying hands, facing each other, and then around those are two more, like hands making a chalice shape. So, cupped hands holding praying hands. The tree is like a multi-handed deity, praying and offering and praying and offering over and over again at the end of every twig and branch. When the leaves come fully in, maybe I'll be able to tell what type it is.



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Apr. 26th, 2006 06:22 am (UTC)
Ah...fields of barley

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

You were right....music does bring back memories.
Sometimes I remember places that I've never been to.
Sorry...it's late :)

Apr. 26th, 2006 03:21 pm (UTC)
Yes, I love that song.
Apr. 26th, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
wow that tree sounds like it would make a nice painting.
Apr. 26th, 2006 03:22 pm (UTC)
I have a camera... I should take a picture so I could show you all... by the way, you could take pictures of your mona lisa things with just an ordinary disposable camera--when they develop the film, they can put the pictures on a disk, and then you can put them on your computer.
Apr. 27th, 2006 12:05 am (UTC)
yeah I gave away about 20 or so and I wish I had photos of them. Oh well. They are silly, naive art but I get attached. I hope I get another streak of doing art again. I think I sort of need it.

Yeah I would like to see that tree but you describe it so beautifully already too.
Apr. 26th, 2006 01:18 pm (UTC)
What a lovely description of the "praying tree".

You could always import a cow or two....I think that eat barley.
Apr. 26th, 2006 03:24 pm (UTC)
I would love to have a cow! With long horns but a sweet disposition. But... the neighbors would complain. And, poor thing, it would run out of things to eat after it munched on the barley.
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