Saturday, August 19, 2017

...ain't leaving.

Evil is evil. whether he rules by force or votes. A stranger told me today that if I do not like who is running the country, I should leave. I ain't leaving. My father's father's father's father's 'father's father's father was broken in a war to set this country free. I'm right here until it is free for all of us. If I die before his work is done, my moldering bones will cry out from this stony mountainside, for all my sisters and brothers, those who were here before, and those who came late, and those who are still on the way, "Freedom." There is nothing beside that to say under God, except, "Welcome." 

Friday, August 18, 2017

...too old.

I'm too old to be afraid. I'm not too old to love my neighbors, or open my door to a traveler, or cook a meal for a fellow pilgrim. I'm not too old, either, to look evil in the face and tell him what I see.

Sooner or later, we all get called home again, and whoever we've been serving here will be waiting to take us back, to bless or to devour. Whatever our souls have been feeding on day by day, will consume us in the end, whether it be greed or generosity, cruelty or kindness, love or hate.

Thursday, August 17, 2017 those who wait.

Last year was not good for arugula. It was hot and dry from late spring, right through into fall. What remnant of arugula the rabbits didn't eat bolted almost immediately. I let the survivors go to flower, and there they stood until I tilled up their row to plant some spinach for this fall's harvest.

August this summer has been cool and wet. the spinach is coming up just fine, along with all the arugula seeded from last year. Looks like we're in for a bumper crop of both.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Chromatic shift...

A leopard cannot change his spots, they say, but a geranium can obviously change her hue. Geri has been totally red for the two years we've known her, but decided last week to come out pink. She's seemed a stable soul. Somebody had to put her up to that.

I'm blaming the wren family who built a nest and raised a family in the geranium basket this spring. My theory is their activity altered the soil acidity enough to precipitate a color change. I've switched my own colors for less.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

In the garden...

In the August garden, arugula and carrots are up and growing. Black Krim are ripening on the vine. Okra is blooming. Mizuna is sprouting. We'll have fresh greens for Labor Day

We're still getting our daily rains, the barrels are brimming. A little sun this week will help us catch up on the weeding.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Nothing is...

Nothing is so ultimately boring as lust. Want and desire flare in an instant, but love comes to flower slowly, over years, outlasting ego and fantasy, rooted as much in heartbreak as in happiness, until finally, when flesh is failing and will is spent, we fall into glory unawares.

The young think they have an edge on excitement and enticement, but they are clueless about passion. The road to oneing is circuitous and long. If we can complete the journey in a single lifetime, we are among the blessed rare.