We finally got the garden in this past weekend. For us, that means large containers arranged to fill the lower deck with just enough room to walk between the plants when they are full grown, It is a sun-baked space, with the added benefit of additional radiant heat off the Western side of the house. This year we have seven different tomato plants, three rows of green bush beans, snap peas, a lettuce bowl, basil, parsley, three rhubarb plants, thyme, and rosemary.
After the passing of the much-heralded and much-lampooned scheduled rapture this weekend, I kept thinking of two Bruce Cockburn tunes. The first was Wondering Where The Lions Are:
Suns up, uh huh, looks ok,
The world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold of me
The second was You Don't Have To Play The Horses:
So we wait beside the dessert
Nothing left to give away
Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets
Nothing left to do but pray
You don't have to play the horses
Life's a gamble all the same
It don't take much to make you lose sight
Of the object of the game
Or as Bede so wisely said, "So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant."
What follows here, and what came before this post, was a very good playlist accompanying me in this morning:
- Midlake: Fortune
- Joni Mitchell: Number One
- Valley: Death Star Gunner
- P.T. Walkley: Sunshine
- Wilco: You Are My Face
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