Thursday August 3rd 2017Tim
There's a theory
that if you vote for somebody it arranges the brain
cells around the idea of betrayal in the way that a
blood oath or a baptism does. Not certain where this
theory comes from, might even have emulated our
president and just made it up, but nonetheless I suspect
the theory has some merit. And here I'll take myself as
an example of the sort of intense stubbornness of mind
that results in tribal affiliation rather than anything
that remotely follows the patterns of reasonable debate
that so often depend upon degrees of open-mindedness,
not something we geriatrics are famous for during times
of great change.
has to do with what's been called Companion Planting.
Plants, the argument goes, have preferences with respect to
other plants, they can be picky about their neighbors, put a
Bean next to Radish and they both sulk, spend most of their
season quarreling. No one likes Good King Henry, what some
call Lamb's Quarter, call it bullying if you wish to.
Companion Planting was in my view a totally absurd theory
and under no circumstances was I, nut-eater in good
standing, prepared to tolerate that sort of anti-social
behavior as I went about ridding the garden paths of
Creeping Grass by pouring boiling water over it. Yet this
year, of the Tomato, those planted in a curtain of Carrot
are doing very much better than those which are not.
Depressing, I'd say yes.