Exploring around our country’s shipping ports and industrial yards,
where the accumulated detritus of our consumption is exposed to view
like eroded layers in the Grand Canyon, I find evidence of a
slow-motion apocalypse in progress. I am appalled by these scenes, and
yet also drawn into them with awe and fascination. The immense scale of
our consumption can appear desolate, macabre, oddly comical and ironic,
and even darkly beautiful; for me its consistent feature is a
staggering complexity. CELL PHONES, ATLANTA
BTW, the Diva cucumber on the bottom is the only cuke I've gotten from these plants this year. But two days ago I figured out why: there are no male blossoms on the plants! Lots of tiny cucumber ovaries that are not fertilized.
So I brought over a male blossom from my other patch of cucumbers. Before I could do the deed myself, a honey bee landed right on the flower in my hand! It stayed a bit and then flew over to one of the female flowers. Believe it or not, today I noticed that a cucumber is finally growing there!!