Friday May 9th 2014 Tim
The idea of "Three Sister," is nut eating par
excellence. It has all the magic of dreams. That sort of
commune that permits a mind to wander further and further from the
reality of early agriculture. And to be truly authentic I should go
fishing and that part of the catch which is not turned to Fish gruel
should be buried by each Maize plant so as to provide fertilizer. Then
at night, instead of them sleeping in a comfortable domicile I would
tether grandchildren within yards of the "Three Sisters" so as to
protect the "Three Sisters" from marauding bands of Antelope,
Raccoon, deranged Opossum, Mole. And if I was to list all "Three Sister"
predators I'd be here until the end of August. So clearly an
even remotely authentic "Three Sisters" would result in some kind
of impasse between myself and a magistrate.
I am able to grasp that my own regiment, is supremely anal.
And here I mean anal in the "Freudian sense." Some distant
trauma, I'm sure, but the reality is I like good edging,
good tilth, patient soil preparation and rows. And I
really don't think that Beans should be permitted to climb
Maize. Morning Glory can climb Maize certainly, but not
Beans. And of the Winter Squash, there is really only one
that I'm remotely interested in, and that variety of Squash
needs to climb, otherwise I worry about it. All the
other Squashes are Pumpkins and good only for carving. A
strong opinion I know, and probably puts me up there with
General Foch, but I've been brave long enough. The "Three
Sisters" will have edges and there will be staking, and God
willing some kind of Berlin Wall. And don't even
mention "Domesticated Dog." I'd rather trust a Guinea Pig.