2010-The goldenrod is blooming (also early?) and the garden is over-arched by a giant pale yellow sunflower tree that seeded itself. Even the leaves seem yellowish, having lost their early summer emerald. it’s a color that suggests maturity and the hard won peace that comes from weathering experience: not by any achievement but just by dint of surviving.
I can’t stop thinking about time, sitting staring at my embroidered perpetual calendar, running my eyes over the circling round of months. I feel time just flowing through my fingers-it’s an actual physical sensation, a rushing that won’t be stopped. And the fruitless endless pondering of what might be the point.
2012-Finally a whole night and day of steady drenching rain. Having achieved some success in the garden I can begin to see the struggle against nature that earlier this season seemed like a war, as a struggle with nature-an intense form of interaction. So the garden becomes the fruit of this collaboration.
The daylilies are over, a shorter season no doubt due to the week of intense heat. It looks like we are in for a week of normal summer weather-hot(but not too) days and cool nights. What a treat.
I saw one little bat last night before I was driven inside by mosquitoes.
2013-
In wet grass, Frog meets
Impersonal lawnmower.
Sun’s indifferent face.
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