Yesterday a mustard green grower told me that his greens were spicy raw but not when cooked.
My Grandmother Daffron could not eat mustard greens. They gave her a rash.
Author: woodpainter
Waiting. Not with Beckett. Just waiting.
Paper Control 1944
By direction of the Paper Control
Every Three Minutes
Someone I follow on Twitter retweeted from @Every3Minutes, the approximate regularity of American slave sales, exchanges, family divisions, and a host of other atrocities. I checked out @Every3Minutes, followed and asked for updates. The events described are heart-rending. What drives home the regularity of the crimes is that a tweet is released every three minutes. If one follows @Every3Minutes and requests notification of new tweets, a notification appears on your screen every three minutes. I will have to turn off notifications, probably tomorrow, but I see the purpose of the schedule. A recipient becomes overwhelmed by the relentlessness of human trafficking. Sobering. Have a look. Give it a try.
Video: Saving A Kitten
Gun Blessing Pictures
Old Lady At Window
She may be looking at you. Or at Whistler’s Mother.
Chicago
