<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:33.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balcón</title><subtitle type='html'>Plantas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110965080756004025</id><published>2005-03-01T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T02:11:09.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Este es el último post de Balcón. Gracias por leer. Pueden demorarse con la lista de enlaces que aparece al pie. También hay una dirección de correo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110965080756004025?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110965080756004025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110965080756004025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2005/03/este-es-el-ltimo-post-de-balcn.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110944159355660630</id><published>2005-02-26T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:14:21.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Volví de las vacaciones y encontré todas las plantas secas. El calor arrasó con la menta, la albahaca y el orégano y convirtió a la tierra en polvillo arenoso. Es el fin de mi balcón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110944159355660630?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110944159355660630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110944159355660630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2005/02/volv-de-las-vacaciones-y-encontr-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110446266833781682</id><published>2004-12-31T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:11:08.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace días que no veo hormigas. En una maceta apareció una planta de tomate. Seguro que la semilla quedó del año pasado y sobrevivió todo el invierno debajo de la tierra. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110446266833781682?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110446266833781682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110446266833781682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/hace-das-que-no-veo-hormigas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110358016885408928</id><published>2004-12-20T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:02:48.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que hicieron su hormiguero en la maceta de la menta. No pueden ser tan ladinas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110358016885408928?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110358016885408928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110358016885408928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/creo-que-hicieron-su-hormiguero-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110349107166086230</id><published>2004-12-19T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:26:46.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La planta de ajo se secó. Revolví la tierra y encontré una cabeza de ajo del tamaño de una nuez. No, más bien del tamaño de un caramelo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110349107166086230?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110349107166086230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110349107166086230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/la-planta-de-ajo-se-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110306270822538721</id><published>2004-12-14T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:18:28.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las hormigas son diminutas y de color marrón brillante. Están empecinadas con la menta. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110306270822538721?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110306270822538721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110306270822538721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/las-hormigas-son-diminutas-y-de-color.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110271223756297892</id><published>2004-12-10T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:57:17.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo que faltaba: hormigas. ¿Cómo llegaron hasta el cuarto piso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110271223756297892?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110271223756297892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110271223756297892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/lo-que-faltaba-hormigas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110264665878471625</id><published>2004-12-09T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:44:18.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En dos o tres semanas estaré comiendo el primer pesto de la temporada. Las hojas de albahaca ya están verdes y grandes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110264665878471625?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110264665878471625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110264665878471625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/en-dos-o-tres-semanas-estar-comiendo.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110210911143152474</id><published>2004-12-03T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:25:11.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conseguí una planta que puede ser laurel, o puede no serlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110210911143152474?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110210911143152474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110210911143152474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/12/consegu-una-planta-que-puede-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110176508010402880</id><published>2004-11-29T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:51:20.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reuní la albahaca dispersa en una única maceta. Quité bichos blancos de la menta. El orégano se está secando. En el malvón había muchas semillas; tienen un penacho que las hace volátiles, como panaderos. Las junté en un puño y las lancé al aire desde el cuarto piso, para que conquisten la manzana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110176508010402880?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110176508010402880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110176508010402880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/11/reun-la-albahaca-dispersa-en-una-nica.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110136950596735140</id><published>2004-11-25T04:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T04:58:25.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se secó la manzanilla. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110136950596735140?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110136950596735140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110136950596735140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/11/se-sec-la-manzanilla.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110063426166650068</id><published>2004-11-16T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T16:44:21.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Encontré manzanilla en un paso a nivel. Arranqué dos plantas y las traje. Las raíces estaban llenas de arena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110063426166650068?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110063426166650068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110063426166650068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/11/encontr-manzanilla-en-un-paso-nivel.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-110028122713754206</id><published>2004-11-12T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:40:27.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando llueve el agua no llega a las macetas. Veo la tormenta y me confío; cuando sale el sol, encuentro que las plantas están secas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-110028122713754206?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110028122713754206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/110028122713754206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/11/cuando-llueve-el-agua-no-llega-las.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109968771186886128</id><published>2004-11-05T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:48:31.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riego. Arranco hojas secas. Examino los nuevos brotes. Darina se compró un pajarito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109968771186886128?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109968771186886128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109968771186886128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/11/riego.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109795671411588109</id><published>2004-10-16T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:58:34.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando riego demasiado el agua se escurre y cae por el borde hacia el vacío. Una cachoeira doméstica. Me doy cuenta porque las gotas hacen mucho ruido cuando golpean contra el toldo de la planta baja. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109795671411588109?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109795671411588109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109795671411588109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/10/cuando-riego-demasiado-el-agua-se.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109694657707310361</id><published>2004-10-05T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:22:57.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El trébol tiene flores amarillas. Posiblemente ya las había visto, pero no me había dado cuenta. Todavía no encontré un trébol de cuatro hojas, pero sí uno de dos hojas y media.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109694657707310361?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109694657707310361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109694657707310361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/10/el-trbol-tiene-flores-amarillas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109648649357874561</id><published>2004-09-29T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:34:53.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Con el calor se hace necesario regar todos los días. En el balcón vecino no veo a Darina: almuerza un albañil. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109648649357874561?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109648649357874561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109648649357874561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/con-el-calor-se-hace-necesario-regar.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109621656728557361</id><published>2004-09-26T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:36:07.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aparecieron los primeros brotes de albahaca de la temporada. Son iguales a los del año pasado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109621656728557361?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109621656728557361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109621656728557361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/aparecieron-los-primeros-brotes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109613405962167286</id><published>2004-09-25T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:40:59.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estuve un rato al sol, a las dos de la tarde, en el balcón, sentado, fumando. Me saqué los zapatos para flexionar los dedos de los pies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109613405962167286?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109613405962167286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109613405962167286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/estuve-un-rato-al-sol-las-dos-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109436080926685061</id><published>2004-09-05T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T08:54:31.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo que decidir qué plantar esta primavera. Por ahora tomillo, salvia y romero. Iba a comprar ruda pero no sé para qué sirve. Para la buena suerte tengo tréboles. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109436080926685061?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109436080926685061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109436080926685061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/tengo-que-decidir-qu-plantar-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109423495027151857</id><published>2004-09-03T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:09:10.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dividí la planta de orégano en tres y sembré algunas semillas de albahaca del verano pasado. Por fin pude usar el compost. En una maceta puse trébol, señal de que estoy perdiendo el rumbo. Aunque quizás aparezca uno de cuatro hojas y me traiga suerte. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109423495027151857?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109423495027151857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109423495027151857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/divid-la-planta-de-organo-en-tres-y.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109409492136754273</id><published>2004-09-02T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:00:29.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. La Tormenta de Santa Rosa fue ayer. Incluso cayeron piedras. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109409492136754273?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109409492136754273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109409492136754273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109372165542273305</id><published>2004-08-28T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:03:36.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arranco las hojas secas. Revuelvo la tierra. Trato de recordar el verdor del verano para sentir más entusiasmo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109372165542273305?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109372165542273305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109372165542273305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/08/arranco-las-hojas-secas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-109349296818781745</id><published>2004-08-26T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:27:29.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supongo que los días recientes de lluvia y frío cuentan como Tormenta de Santa Rosa. Por lo tanto, ya estamos en primavera. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-109349296818781745?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109349296818781745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/109349296818781745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/08/supongo-que-los-das-recientes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108770011703774890</id><published>2004-06-19T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:55:17.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muchas plantas de albahaca están secas, pero no me importa. Y no hay insectos. Ni pulgones, ni gusanos con pelo, ni cascarudos dorados. Habrán migrado a San Juan de Capistrano. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108770011703774890?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108770011703774890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108770011703774890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/06/muchas-plantas-de-albahaca-estn-secas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108753271039522254</id><published>2004-06-18T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T01:25:10.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miro las plantas a través del vidrio. El ajo crece. Hace muchos días que no salgo al balcón. Y cuando salgo hay poco sol y la tierra está fría. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108753271039522254?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108753271039522254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108753271039522254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/06/miro-las-plantas-travs-del-vidrio.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108510978363018841</id><published>2004-05-21T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T00:23:03.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En mayo el INTA recomienda sembrar acelga, achicoria, apio, ajo, espinaca, frutillas, hinojo, lechuga, perejil, puerro, rabanitos, repollo y zanahoria en las variedades Maravilla Platense y Chantenay. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108510978363018841?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108510978363018841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108510978363018841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/05/en-mayo-el-inta-recomienda-sembrar.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108502763054795501</id><published>2004-05-20T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T01:33:50.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muchas semillas de albahaca para la primavera. Las guardé en una cajita de Parisiennes Box. ¿El orégano tiene semillas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108502763054795501?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108502763054795501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108502763054795501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/05/muchas-semillas-de-albahaca-para-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108495321225658089</id><published>2004-05-19T04:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T04:53:32.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arranqué hojas secas y plantas enteras. En parte por el frío y en parte por las semanas de lejanía, sentí que podía actuar sin clemencia. Son plantas. A las tres y media un edificio eclipsó al sol. Quedaron varias macetas libres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108495321225658089?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108495321225658089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108495321225658089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/05/arranqu-hojas-secas-y-plantas-enteras.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108487970573513896</id><published>2004-05-18T08:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T08:28:25.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A las siete de la mañana hundí en la tierra tres dientes de ajo que habían brotado. Apenas había luz; hacía frío. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108487970573513896?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108487970573513896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108487970573513896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/05/las-siete-de-la-maana-hund-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108386253545990593</id><published>2004-05-06T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:02:48.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Después de muchos días subí la persiana y salí al balcón otra vez. La desolación.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108386253545990593?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108386253545990593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108386253545990593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/05/despus-de-muchos-das-sub-la-persiana-y.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108196659353899325</id><published>2004-04-14T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:20:30.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayer cosecha de ajíes. Doce. Los guardé para tener semillas en primavera. Hoy lluvia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108196659353899325?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108196659353899325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108196659353899325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/04/ayer-cosecha-de-ajes.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108181161760430178</id><published>2004-04-12T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:17:31.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El día siguiente a la lluvia en la maceta de la menta aparecieron hongos. Tenían forma de hongo, con sombrero, tal como en las ilustraciones de los cuentos para niños. Con el sol y el calor se achicharraron. Será que mi balcón se resiste a infantilizarse. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108181161760430178?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108181161760430178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108181161760430178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/04/el-da-siguiente-la-lluvia-en-la-maceta.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108154507295478535</id><published>2004-04-09T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T18:15:03.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Después de regar el balcón se llena de olor a albahaca. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108154507295478535?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108154507295478535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108154507295478535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/04/despus-de-regar-el-balcn-se-llena-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108145805909375622</id><published>2004-04-08T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T18:04:47.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace unas semanas traje un ají de un balcón ajeno. Lo despanzurré y puse las semillas en una maceta. Ahora hay tres, cuatro pequeñas plantas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108145805909375622?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108145805909375622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108145805909375622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/04/hace-unas-semanas-traje-un-aj-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108067809249448993</id><published>2004-03-30T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:25:08.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La menta rapada volvió a crecer con mucho entusiasmo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108067809249448993?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108067809249448993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108067809249448993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/la-menta-rapada-volvi-crecer-con-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108027875204684066</id><published>2004-03-26T02:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T02:29:21.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creí que era ciboulette pero me parece que es nomás pasto. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108027875204684066?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108027875204684066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108027875204684066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/cre-que-era-ciboulette-pero-me-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-108019380569374707</id><published>2004-03-25T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T05:17:17.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Después de varias semanas volví a ver a Darina. Estaba sentada y leía con seriedad un libro o un cuaderno. Empezó otra vez el colegio. La saludé fríamente para hacerle entender que su abandono me enojaba. Creo que no le importó mucho. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-108019380569374707?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108019380569374707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/108019380569374707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/despus-de-varias-semanas-volv-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107992240824130126</id><published>2004-03-21T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:45:02.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy empieza el otoño. Corresponde planear las siembras para esta época del año. Recomiendan cultivar porotos durante el invierno porque con ellos la tierra recupera su riqueza y su vigor. No me convence. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107992240824130126?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107992240824130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107992240824130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoy-empieza-el-otoo.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107970982854918396</id><published>2004-03-19T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:27:09.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Durante dos o tres días no pude ocuparme de mi balcón. Menos mal que ayer llovió. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107970982854918396?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107970982854918396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107970982854918396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/durante-dos-o-tres-das-no-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107942237448610569</id><published>2004-03-16T04:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T04:37:06.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lista de animales nocivos: los gusanos verdes, los pulgones, los cascarudos dorados. Lista de animales benéficos: las vaquitas de San Antonio, las abejas negras. Ellos no saben que son nocivos o benéficos; solamente hacen su trabajo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107942237448610569?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107942237448610569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107942237448610569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/lista-de-animales-nocivos-los-gusanos.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107911615152821437</id><published>2004-03-12T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:32:22.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corté la menta casi al ras. Quedaron los brotes que salen de la tierra. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107911615152821437?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107911615152821437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107911615152821437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/cort-la-menta-casi-al-ras.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107888552549012954</id><published>2004-03-09T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:28:33.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empecé a escuchar música mientras riego las plantas. Ayer Satie, hoy Vampyros Lesbos. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107888552549012954?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107888552549012954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107888552549012954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/empec-escuchar-msica-mientras-riego.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107876733465754395</id><published>2004-03-08T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:23:36.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La menta amaneció diezmada. Muchas hojas mordidas, otras ennegrecidas. En un primer examen descubrí unos cascarudos, del tamaño de una garrapata y con caparazón dorado. De pronto, camuflados entre las hojas, casi invisibles en su malevolencia, encuentro dos gusanos. Verdes, elásticos, repulsivos, de tres centímetros de largo. Con la alarma le puse más atención a mi mirada, y encontré siete más. Los saqué y los hice retorcerse sobre la baldosa caliente. Para torturarlos dejé caer sobre ellos la ceniza del cigarrillo. Soy una mala persona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107876733465754395?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107876733465754395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107876733465754395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/la-menta-amaneci-diezmada.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107854176404361603</id><published>2004-03-05T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:01:53.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Junté todas las macetas para hacer limpieza. Ocupan una cuarta parte de la superficie del balcón. Creo que ya es suficiente. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107854176404361603?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107854176404361603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107854176404361603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/junt-todas-las-macetas-para-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107825113877113886</id><published>2004-03-02T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:15:16.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Algunas plantas de tomates cherry se están pudriendo. Las habré regado demasiado. O quizás no es la estación adecuada. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107825113877113886?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107825113877113886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107825113877113886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/03/algunas-plantas-de-tomates-cherry-se.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107810880978758537</id><published>2004-02-29T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:14:03.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La menta crece. Se reproduce por rizomas. No me acostumbro a llamarla «hierbabuena». Puse algunas hojas en el té, otras en una pata de pollo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107810880978758537?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107810880978758537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107810880978758537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/la-menta-crece.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107796381298420347</id><published>2004-02-28T07:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T07:27:06.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En una maceta hay mucha albahaca apiñada. Las hojas son pequeñas y oscuras, los tallos son cortos y endebles. En otra maceta hay solamente tres o cuatro plantas y son más altas, esbeltas y saludables. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107796381298420347?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107796381298420347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107796381298420347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/en-una-maceta-hay-mucha-albahaca.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107773710104014106</id><published>2004-02-25T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:10:05.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puse todas las plantas imprevistas en una misma maceta. Hay trébol, un malvón minúsculo, una planta sin nombre, un retoño de la que supo ser menta, otra planta sin nombre, dos que por su ímpetu parecen ser falsas alegrías del hogar y algo que intuyo será ciboulette porque nació junto al orégano. Ya veré cuál predomina y cuáles son avasalladas y expulsadas. Casi un reality show. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107773710104014106?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107773710104014106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107773710104014106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/puse-todas-las-plantas-imprevistas-en.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107757530027832609</id><published>2004-02-23T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:31:07.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las hojas amarillas y secas son vistosas. Le dan variedad cromática al balcón. Pero las arranco igual. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107757530027832609?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107757530027832609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107757530027832609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/las-hojas-amarillas-y-secas-son.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107749912730493314</id><published>2004-02-22T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:21:32.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace un mes, el sol se ponía en la rendija entre un edificio y un pino. Ahora retrocedió un poco y se pone justo detrás del pino. El otoño se acerca. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107749912730493314?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107749912730493314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107749912730493314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/hace-un-mes-el-sol-se-pona-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107738405253665065</id><published>2004-02-21T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:56:15.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me estafaron. Creo que no tengo menta sino hierbabuena. Son idénticas en casi todo, pero la menta tiene el tallo rojizo y la hierbabuena, tal como la planta en mi balcón, tiene el tallo verde. La menta recibe muchos nombres y hay muchas variedades y nadie parece estar seguro de nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107738405253665065?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107738405253665065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107738405253665065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/me-estafaron.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107721941566984732</id><published>2004-02-19T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:39:36.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arranco las hojas secas y las pongo en un recipiente de plástico. También meto los pétalos de los malvones y los tallos inservibles. Quiero hacer compost. Se acumulan residuos vegetales de distintos colores, como en capas geológicas, como en un souvenir de Jujuy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107721941566984732?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107721941566984732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107721941566984732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/arranco-las-hojas-secas-y-las-pongo-en.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107711948415749720</id><published>2004-02-18T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T12:54:03.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy miré las plantas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107711948415749720?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107711948415749720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107711948415749720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/hoy-mir-las-plantas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107703980357828085</id><published>2004-02-17T14:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:47:38.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me suscribí a un boletín electrónico del INTA. Así me entero de que la roya asiática es una importante enfermedad de la soja, de que la campaña del trigo fue excelente y de que los wichis comen iguanas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107703980357828085?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107703980357828085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107703980357828085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/me-suscrib-un-boletn-electrnico-del.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107694052056050133</id><published>2004-02-16T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:24:07.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todas las macetas son iguales. Tienen dieciséis centímetros de diámetro. Hace unos días fui a comprar más; tenían de catorce y de dieciocho centímetros, pero no de dieciséis. Me fui sin comprar nada. El balcón hubiera quedado desprolijo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107694052056050133?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107694052056050133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107694052056050133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/todas-las-macetas-son-iguales.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107683384143889893</id><published>2004-02-15T05:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T05:56:37.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desde que tengo plantas en el balcón veo más plantas. Cuando paso por jardines o patios ya no hay un verde monótono. En la calle, distingo los viveros o los puestos de flores del resto del paisaje. Miro balcones ajenos desde la vereda y reconozco pereza en el riego o manías de anciano. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107683384143889893?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107683384143889893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107683384143889893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/desde-que-tengo-plantas-en-el-balcn.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107664245578186179</id><published>2004-02-13T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T00:23:27.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay catorce, quince ajíes. A medida que maduran se vuelven de un color rojo más intenso. Ahora conviven distintos tonos de amarillo, naranja y rojo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107664245578186179?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107664245578186179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107664245578186179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/hay-catorce-quince-ajes.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107656532015030407</id><published>2004-02-12T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T03:16:49.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre las flores de orégano hay abejas. Son negras y tienen barriga amarilla. De lejos parecen moscas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107656532015030407?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107656532015030407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107656532015030407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/sobre-las-flores-de-organo-hay-abejas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107652458482688473</id><published>2004-02-11T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:38:54.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Llegó el día. Acerqué la maceta con la planta de papa y clavé la cuchara de metal. Saqué la tierra y la desmenucé con las manos. Entre las raíces había tres papas. Una tenía el tamaño de una pelota de ping pong; era la más grande. La segunda parecía un capuchón de birome. La tercera era tan diminuta que la perdí. Quedé decepcionado. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107652458482688473?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107652458482688473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107652458482688473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/lleg-el-da.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107644496222191371</id><published>2004-02-10T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:22:14.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En el vivero: «Lo que más sale es la alegría del hogar».&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107644496222191371?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107644496222191371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107644496222191371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/en-el-vivero-lo-que-ms-sale-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107637701961785100</id><published>2004-02-09T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:39:27.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le regalé a Darina una hoja de albahaca, una de menta y una de orégano, para que las conociera también por el olor. «Me gustan las hojas chiquitas», dijo, y me mostró una que tenía guardada. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107637701961785100?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107637701961785100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107637701961785100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/le-regal-darina-una-hoja-de-albahaca.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107629260687843100</id><published>2004-02-08T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:16:36.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En las macetas aparecen plantas imprevistas. Las semillas deben llegar mezcladas con la tierra, o quizás suspendidas en el aire, desde otros balcones. Las dejo crecer, por curiosidad. Así apareció la falsa alegría del hogar; a veces crecen tréboles, pero lo habitual es que resulte una planta desconocida y sin nombre. Debería recurrir al concepto de «yuyo» y arrancarlas a la primera insinuación, pero no me decido. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107629260687843100?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107629260687843100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107629260687843100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/en-las-macetas-aparecen-plantas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107604114560890398</id><published>2004-02-06T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T01:21:27.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dejé de preocuparme por los pulgones, y los pulgones desaparecieron. Será como en las películas de terror, donde los monstruos surgen de la mente de los protagonistas, de sus sueños, de su pasado. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107604114560890398?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107604114560890398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107604114560890398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/dej-de-preocuparme-por-los-pulgones-y.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107595827825895882</id><published>2004-02-05T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T02:20:19.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Habrá crecido una papa debajo de la planta de papa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107595827825895882?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107595827825895882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107595827825895882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/habr-crecido-una-papa-debajo-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107586516974834161</id><published>2004-02-04T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T00:28:29.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Había un animal monstruoso en el tallo de los tomates: de unos tres centímetros de largo, era como una lombriz, como una gata peluda pero sin pelo, como un gusano. Lo quité despacito con una hoja de malvón y lo tiré en el jardín de los vecinos, cuatro pisos para abajo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107586516974834161?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107586516974834161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107586516974834161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/02/haba-un-animal-monstruoso-en-el-tallo.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107536347270006390</id><published>2004-01-29T05:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T05:06:44.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La falsa alegría del hogar estaba muy enferma y decidí arrancarla. Había llenado la maceta de raíces. Parecía que ya no había tierra, sólo raíces como cabellos de ángel. Quizás por eso tenía tan mala salud: le faltaba espacio. Mientras tanto, Darina me contaba del gato que dejó en Ucrania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107536347270006390?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107536347270006390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107536347270006390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/la-falsa-alegra-del-hogar-estaba-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107527001370938135</id><published>2004-01-28T03:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:26:41.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay demasiados brotes de albahaca. En las macetas están hacinados. No hay tierra ni luz suficiente. Ya puede verse que algunas plantas crecen poco, que tienen hojas más pequeñas o de un tono más oscuro de verde. Estoy evaluando la eugenesia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107527001370938135?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107527001370938135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107527001370938135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/hay-demasiados-brotes-de-albahaca.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107516869177844409</id><published>2004-01-26T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T00:53:08.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Separé pequeñas plantas de tomate que estaban creciendo apelotonadas y las puse en macetas de plástico negro. Una o dos por maceta, con un puñado de tierra. Mientras estaba en esa faena, escuché que en otro balcón un novio reprochaba el descuido del jazmín. «Sos una dejada», le decía a su chica, «tenés que regarlo más». &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107516869177844409?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107516869177844409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107516869177844409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/separ-pequeas-plantas-de-tomate-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107495215605971848</id><published>2004-01-24T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T10:51:20.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una planta es una máquina que transforma minerales en vegetales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107495215605971848?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107495215605971848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107495215605971848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/una-planta-es-una-mquina-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107482232745489205</id><published>2004-01-22T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:47:30.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Compré una planta de orégano y una de menta. Le regalé un molinete a Darina porque era su cumpleaños. Ella me regaló un globo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107482232745489205?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107482232745489205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107482232745489205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/compr-una-planta-de-organo-y-una-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107473989024677434</id><published>2004-01-21T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:53:31.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lista de mis fracasos. Los ajíes siguen teniendo pulgones. La falsa alegría del hogar tiene hojas deformes y arrugadas. La planta de papa crece sin rumbo fijo y se derrumba, a pesar de que la ato al balcón con hilo amarillo. Gran parte de las pequeñas plantitas de tomates cherry quedaron despanzurradas por el riego. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107473989024677434?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107473989024677434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107473989024677434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/lista-de-mis-fracasos.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107465193381930038</id><published>2004-01-20T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:27:34.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los brotes de tomates cherry son tan endebles que al regarlos quedan destrozados. Quizás no hayan echado raíces profundas porque nacieron muy cerca unos de otros. Necesitaría un vaporizador. Entretanto, decidí volcar el agua en los bordes de la maceta, suavemente, para que se filtre sin violencia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107465193381930038?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107465193381930038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107465193381930038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/los-brotes-de-tomates-cherry-son-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107439113532151695</id><published>2004-01-17T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:00:51.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Próximos fichajes previstos para mi balcón: orégano y menta. Cerca de Puente Pacífico venden plantas aromáticas en la vereda. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107439113532151695?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107439113532151695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107439113532151695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/prximos-fichajes-previstos-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107405064553055370</id><published>2004-01-14T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T00:25:56.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le presenté las plantas a Darina, una niña de ocho años, rubia, de Ucrania, aburrida por el verano sin escuela, que me miraba desde el balcón vecino. No conocía la albahaca. Quizás no me entendió. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107405064553055370?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107405064553055370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107405064553055370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/le-present-las-plantas-darina-una-nia.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107369995652413571</id><published>2004-01-09T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:59:36.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Compré nuevas macetas y puse allí las semillas de los tomates cherry. El censo actualizado  indica que hay cuatro macetas con tomates, tres con ajíes, seis con albahaca, una con la planta de papa descomunal, una con la falsa alegría del hogar y dos con malvones. La cantidad de macetas es en realidad mucho menor que la suma, porque algunas macetas tienen varias especies diferentes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107369995652413571?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107369995652413571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107369995652413571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/compr-nuevas-macetas-y-puse-all-las.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107353093382844409</id><published>2004-01-08T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:02:33.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La planta de papa llegó hasta la baranda del balcón. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107353093382844409?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107353093382844409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107353093382844409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/la-planta-de-papa-lleg-hasta-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107335588070845159</id><published>2004-01-05T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:24:59.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cultivar plantas enseña la disciplina de los cambios pequeños. Con las plantas nada ocurre de pronto. No hay revolución ni deus ex machina. Todo es paulatino, minúsculo, imperceptible, inaccesible a la visión directa. Es necesario revestirse de paciencia y constancia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107335588070845159?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107335588070845159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107335588070845159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/cultivar-plantas-ensea-la-disciplina.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107327551829725386</id><published>2004-01-05T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T01:05:37.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salieron malvones a partir de semillas. Nunca había visto nacer un malvón de esta manera. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107327551829725386?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107327551829725386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107327551829725386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/salieron-malvones-partir-de-semillas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107309300726044227</id><published>2004-01-02T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:25:52.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrededor y dentro de las macetas, revoloteando encima de las hojas, trepando por los tallos o reptando por la tierra, aparecieron muchos animales diminutos, insectos, bichos, de aspecto diverso e intenciones desconocidas. No sé cuáles son benéficos y cuáles nocivos. Por ahora sigo este criterio: si es feo a la vista, entonces es nocivo. Y lo aplasto. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107309300726044227?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107309300726044227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107309300726044227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2004/01/alrededor-y-dentro-de-las-macetas.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107248872428023035</id><published>2003-12-26T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:32:20.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En una maceta salieron un montón de brotes de tomate y de albahaca. Están apelotonados, como horda o muchedumbre. Imagino que sobrevivirán los más fuertes o los que logren engañar el resto. Todavía no sé qué tomates son, porque en esa maceta había puesto las semillas de un tomate cherry; pero también, después de una ensalada,  las semillas de un tomate normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107248872428023035?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107248872428023035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107248872428023035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/en-una-maceta-salieron-un-montn-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107203596254453976</id><published>2003-12-21T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:46:17.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conseguí semillas de acelga, pero no me gusta la acelga. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107203596254453976?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107203596254453976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107203596254453976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/consegu-semillas-de-acelga-pero-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107188323230218873</id><published>2003-12-19T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:20:47.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En un jardín grande y diverso, las especies alcanzan el equilibrio más fácilmente. Cuando las macetas son pocas y están aisladas, cualquier distorsión se convierte en plaga y desastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107188323230218873?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107188323230218873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107188323230218873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/en-un-jardn-grande-y-diverso-las.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107154224156274551</id><published>2003-12-15T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:37:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aparecieron los brotes de albahaca. Son botoncitos verdes. Hay quince, veinte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107154224156274551?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107154224156274551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107154224156274551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/aparecieron-los-brotes-de-albahaca.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107145556305248674</id><published>2003-12-14T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T02:46:00.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El jueves había hecho una marca en el enrejado para medir el crecimiento de la planta de papa. Ya creció ocho centímetros encima de la marca. Temo que ocurra como con Juancito y sus habichuelas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107145556305248674?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107145556305248674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107145556305248674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/el-jueves-haba-hecho-una-marca-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107129873397684714</id><published>2003-12-13T03:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T04:00:43.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No recuerdo haberla sembrado yo. Quizás vino con la tierra. En el tallo y las hojas es parecida a la alegría del hogar, pero las flores tienen solamente dos pétalos que se acomodan en forma de campana. Necesita mucha agua. Algunas hojas, las más recientes, están deformadas, como las mejillas del Hombre de la Máscara de Hierro, como el plástico derretido. Será que en el fondo de esa maceta hay un poco del Experimento. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107129873397684714?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107129873397684714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107129873397684714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/no-recuerdo-haberla-sembrado-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107112205721160509</id><published>2003-12-11T02:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:54:29.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Después de la batalla de los pulgones quedaron dos macetas libres. Es posible que las ocupe con albahaca y tomates cherry. Según parece es beneficioso que ciertas plantas estén juntas porque se complementan en los minerales que extraen de la tierra y en los insectos y organismos que albergan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107112205721160509?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107112205721160509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107112205721160509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/despus-de-la-batalla-de-los-pulgones.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107104434881870905</id><published>2003-12-10T05:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T05:19:20.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando falta el agua, la papa y la albahaca languidecen. Las hojas se ponen fláccidas y los tallos pierden rigor y templanza. Basta verlos para saber que están pidiendo riego. El tomate y los malvones, en cambio, son menos expresivos. Quizás sufran por dentro. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107104434881870905?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107104434881870905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107104434881870905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/cuando-falta-el-agua-la-papa-y-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107091021337954020</id><published>2003-12-08T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:03:45.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya descubrí cómo enfrentar a los pulgones: con vaquitas de San Antonio. Tienen apariencia bonachona y naïf, ingenua y pusilánime, pero en realidad son despiadadas. Hoy apareció una vaquita de San Antonio entre la albahaca; con suavidad la llevé hacia los ajíes. La vi recorrer los brotes y los reveses de las hojas, arrancar a los pulgones con sus garras, levantarlos en el aire, destrozar a algunos, lanzar lejos a otros, que caían malheridos sobre la tierra. Era una escena de Sansón entre los filisteos, de Obelix contra los romanos. Los pulgones saben a quién se enfrentan, porque cuando se acerca una vaquita de San Antonio huyen con cobardía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107091021337954020?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107091021337954020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107091021337954020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/ya-descubr-cmo-enfrentar-los-pulgones.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107076182278344335</id><published>2003-12-06T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:50:33.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las hojas de papa parecen piel de tortuga. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107076182278344335?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107076182278344335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107076182278344335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/las-hojas-de-papa-parecen-piel-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172631.post-107067773951944887</id><published>2003-12-05T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:54:13.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que eran pulgones. Verdes y grisáceos, diminutos, retorciéndose como gusanos. Preparé alcohol de ajo tal como explica el INTA. Lo volqué sobre las hojas y los tallos. No sé si los pulgones habrán muerto, pero los ajíes quedaron destruidos. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172631-107067773951944887?l=balcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107067773951944887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172631/posts/default/107067773951944887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balcon.blogspot.com/2003/12/creo-que-eran-pulgones.html' title=''/><author><name>bochorno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00359206654226641531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
