<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001648.html" title="It's Kim's B-day "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403272345/2_t.jpg" alt="It's Kim's B-day " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001647.html" title="Aviator Bulldog "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403272125/_t.jpg" alt="Aviator Bulldog " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001646.html" title="Yay, beavers! "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403251909/2_t.jpg" alt="Yay, beavers! " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001645.html" title="Fossils say no! "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403251451/_t.jpg" alt="Fossils say no! " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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I’ve been chastised for not providing baby news. All is as it should be. As Georgia is one of the few places in the world where both home births and direct-entry midwives (the kind that don’t take their orders directly from an OB) are illegal, we are using the services of a wonderful midwife with a birthing center across the state line in South Carolina. We see her once a month, and everything and everyone is right on course. I’d show you a pretty picture of the young’un, but we don’t have one. Nor will we. It turns out that for the uninsured, ultrasounds are very expensive. At my wife’s last visit to her OB, we were quoted a figure in the several hundreds of dollars. So – no picture. If you’re wondering about the diagnostic abilities of ultrasounds, there are other ways to “see” everything the picture shows you. So, we haven’t lost out on any knowledge, other than the gender, which we don’t want to know. Speaking of gender, we’ve entered the realm of Baby Names. I think we’ve settled on a girl’s name (nope, not telling), but boy’s names are much harder. If we do have a boy, I would like to name him Bartleby, but my wife would prefer not to.

<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001643.html" title="Bone Bucket "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403192034/_t.jpg" alt="Bone Bucket " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001642.html" title="Tulip Tree "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403152243/_t.jpg" alt="Tulip Tree " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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On this, the Ides of March, I’ll share with you the guilty pleasure of the movie Free Enterprise. I found it at a truck stop the other day for a mere $3, and the music video for “No Tears for Ceasar” – a medley of sorts from Bill Shatner’s musical version of Julius Ceasar -- was well worth the money. That’s the movie’s character “Bill Shatner”, played by William Shatner. That’s right… he plays a fictional version of himself. And it’s not too over the top, either. If your local truck stop (or video rental place) has a copy, don’t be frightened by the box. It’s rather quite enjoyable!

<a href="/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/archives/001640.html" title="Daffodills "><img src="/legacy/images/legacy/weblog/cameraphone/images/200403091201/_t.jpg" alt="Daffodills " width="120" height="146" class="pic" border="0" /></a>
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So what have I been up to the last two weeks? I think this page sums it up quite nicely. Record keeping is key with gardening, and even more so when you’re trying to make a business out of it. What did you plant, when did you plant it, how much did you plant, when will it be ready to harvest, how much did you harvest… keeping up with these questions and answers makes each following year a little bit easier. Since I’m keeping this information for my own benefit anyway, I figured I might as well let the rest of the world peek in on it, too. So, this page will show in real-time specifically what’s happening on the farm.