I would like to believe that in the time of wandering Shawnee people this
part of Kentucky was free of moles. I would like to think of moccasin
never having to contend with that give in the soft ground that betrays
mole territory. I would like to think the ancestors in this place
were permitted to plant lavender plants without first conducting pogrom.
Today, after struggle, there is a final alternative. I can dig down
with metal implements two feet into the understory of earth, and using yet
one more product from the hardware store, lay down a barrier through which
a mole may not pass. The trench will be sixty feet long containing
an area of two hundred square feet. This will allow space for twenty
four lavender to achieve a five year maturity without getting so jumbled
up in each other that individuality is lost.
I imagine the Chinese laborer felt like
this when Emperors raised the issue of a long wall. Which is why I
might have to read Kafka again to reaffirm my conviction that isolated,
lonely and probably pointless pursuits are in and of themselves purposeful,
because if they are not, nothing is.
At 3 feet a day the trench will take 20
days. At 1.5 feet a day it will take me 40 days. And at 9 feet a
day it will take me 6.6666 - on endlessly into perpetuity -
days. A number the ancestors might find humorous.