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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could've done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in…

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Hello Zoobird! Yes, here in Gainesville, FL the garden is fine, thanks! I've got lots of plants growing in my patch: my tomatoes, courtesy of Farmer John, are thriving. They have flowered and I'm just waiting for the birds and the bees to do their thing and get the tomatoes going. I planted some spinach and it's doing fine. My biggest challenge is telling sprouts…

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I've been out of town a long weekend with my sprouts safely watered and growing in my kitchen. I'll be back later today, hopefully to a five day growth of tomato and basil sprouts. Anticipation!

Keep your eyes peeled for some new content in the Coffee Zoo, too...

 

The garden patch is cleared of those pesky weeds for the…

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Sh’mal Ellenberg

908 NE 115 St

Seattle, Wa. 98125

206-268-0160

Shmal8@yahoo.com







CHANGING MARY’S DIAPER









Mary was frail, so weak she could barely get to the potty near her bed without help. When I came into her room to see how she was doing, she was lying, prone in bed, her knees, slightly bent up; her face, a bit ashen from not eating well and sickness, but still with her glowing, smile, so familiar to me. Having…

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I wrote this story for an under 300 word contest. The story came to me after standing by a stream in a park outside of Seattle that had a sign about the stream, that fifty years

ago, during spawning season, the stream was filled with salmon bank to bank. Next

fall I’ll have to check out how few there are. And there was a metal statue of

the otter in the park.…

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Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg

908 NE 115th St.

Seattle, Wa. 98125

352-256-9279

Shmal8@yahoo.com



AMAZING GRACE



The others left at 6:15 p.m. I came to the house to relieve Lynn for three hours while she went to a Buddhist meditation class and Mary, Bob’s daughter and her husband Tom were going out for something to eat. They would all be back around 9:00 or 9:30.

I sat in the living room for fifteen minutes reading when it came to me I should be in the bedroom… Continue

GANJA BOOGIE BAND





I was driving my VW van, my seven year old son, Miguel, in the back, as our small, slow moving caravan of school bus, VW beetle and truck, labored up the dusty, dirt, Brown Mountain road to Nogo, Arkansas after a circuitous route, from Santa Fe, New Mexico to Austin, where others joined us to commence our adventure. This was the early contingent of sixteen hippies going to live on 40 acres on the edge of the national forest.

I remember questioning,… Continue

NATIVE HIPPIE WHEAT

By

Sh’mal Ellenberg





“Grow wheat?

Kenge, what do you mean, grow wheat?”



“We can grow wheat,” he tells me. “I know we can grow wheat.”

Lance and Kenge were confident, convincing,

While I wondered, “What do they know?”



To plant: we ordered 100 pounds of organic wheat from the co-op.



Till it comes,

In the meantime,

We will prepare.



We organized a six person shit shoveling… Continue

'I found it synchronistic or apropos, that the same week there was publicity about bacon becoming the new food ingredient in many foods. there is an alert for swine flu. Pigs, maybe we kill to many pigs, eat to many pigs; If anyone visits a pig farm, they would never ear pig again. It's totally inhumane treatment. Now what, a potential pandemic of swine flu. Seems like a karmic payback to humanity for mistreating what many say is a smart animal. Maybe they are and we aren't. Sh'mal

Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg

11329 8th Ave. NE Apt 106

Seattle, Wa 98125

Sh’mal@zoobird



















HESTER’S LAST SMILE



AND CAN OF ROLLING TOBACCO























In the nursing home where I work people dying is going on regularly; it’s nothing new to me, but now people are being admitted, in their forties and fifties, who are terminally ill with one critical illnesses or… Continue