2010-Daylilies of every kind, both wild and cultivated are exploding in garden and roadside. The variety of their color diverging from the original orange speaks to man’s involvement, while the form of their flowers suggest the trumpeting of summer. At the same time, a handful of crimson ash leaves strew the ground down at the studio.
Tiny gold birch leaf
Nestled in fragrant leaf mold,
So early to fall.
It came to me in meditation, that all our seeking, both scientific and spiritual, is really the desire to expand our seeing and understanding to the next or fourth dimension. Our ‘sin’ is really just our limitation. Like the mosquito’s ignorance of the hand that strikes it, or the hummingbird’s of the being that supplies and fills the feeder, we see so little of what exists. I used to know this all the time but I keep forgetting.
2011- The fern seemed to suggest that things are more simple with it than I was trying to discover. It’s just happy to see me.
I’ve been photographing the nest whenever the mother leaves in order to know when the eggs hatch. Yesterday evening I noticed the bird seemed more active than usual and I reached in and up to snap a picture (it’s over my head). They’re hatched. The light was already dim and they’re a little blurry but today I should be able to get a clear picture.
Five inches more of rain than normal this season. The vegetable plants seem lusher for it but I wonder if they will produce without more sun and heat. The lettuce has been perfect and still not bitter though it is beginning to bolt.
2012-Now that the garden is beginning to produce-collards, fava, kale, chard, lettuce, arugula, even the first baby patty pans-I feel that the war has subsided into an uneasy co-existence. I still go out to the garden with my heart in my stomach, fearful of what damage I will discover today, but it has been minimal though there are tunnels underlying everything.
There has been one perfect summer day after another, lovely cool nights, but when even perfection goes on and on it becomes too much. There was no rain for well over a week- not one of the constantly predicted intermittent thunderstorms actually materialized and the ground contracted into a parched, cracked cement. Last night finally it rained a bit-not enough to leave any water in the container dishes, but enough so that the surface soil in the garden was damp all over this morning. A feeling of relief for all sentient creatures.
2013-
A golden child danced.
When did I forsake myself?
Tiger lily nods.
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