Tuesday June 26th 2012 Tim
Even when he catches a glimpse
of his favorite, a Gardener should never cultivate optimism.
He should develop an allergy to cheerfulness of all kinds. The sunny
disposition is for him a purview that should only ever be observed
through the binoculars, and perhaps only once a year. His lot is
that of Patient Saint, without emotion of any kind. And when the
season is full, just crucify me in the Vegetable Garden as an example to
those of my comrades who may still have tail feathers enough to swank
about as Peacocks do.
And I have found that
sometimes maintaining the status of dour, droops the back, brings on an
arthritic or Republican understanding of the physical side of being.
That little twinge could well be terminal, and that bite mark belongs to
something with four legs and short ears that breached the ramparts.
But better to see in it an opportunity to stare at that part of literature
financed by Monsanto or some other corporate entity that profits from crop
failure but can do nothing for drought. Yes indeed, there are plagues
out there I have never even heard of, and all of them heading our way..