An English In Kentucky


















May 20th 2010    Tim Candler

    This year, two Not Cherry Tomato plants managed the journey from seed to seedling, and from seedling to Tomato cage.   Yesterday I had to pull one Not Cherry out of the ground because it had sign of viral complaint.   In another world I would have left it in place so that I might see what happened to it.  But in this world, the possibility of contagious viral complaint guided my hand.  

    In some circumstances pestilence appears as a normal condition.    Everything is doomed right from the beginning.   Prayer, correct behavior and symmetry of appearance become necessary prerequisites of salvation.   And I too have an insect book devoted entirely to a discourse between God and those many legged, sometimes oozing  and sometimes flying forms that makeup the Devil's attitude toward Vegetable Gardens.

    Open the pages of this book and gentle Jesus himself picks up the cutlass.   It is I suppose a manual for the End Times.   And might as well build a bunker, fill it with drinking water and canned goods, say farewell to the world of temptation.  Or I can close the book, put it under the bed and chase bliss through ignorance.

     Fortunately there are plastic bags in which to safely bundle up the unwanted while decisions are made.   I could build a fire in which to incinerate my Demon Not Cherry.  Or, I could take it to the end of the lane tomorrow, and from there anonymous men will escort it to a landfill where whatever it is that ails Not Cherry might one day procreate and then wander the night. 

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