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Here We Go Monday, Here We Go!

It is such a beautiful day today. The sun is shining; the leaves unfurling. Bright, vivid neon green, almost yellow, except where the trees are red. Where the trees are purple. The asparagus is here, growing tremendously every day. I had a handful for dinner last night, snapped off no thicker than the thought of asparagus should be; just broad enough to contain the essence of asparagus and nothing more, boiled a bit and a touch of butter and salt. It was like eating grass, if grass was awesome.

This weekend, we were very busy. On Saturday, we went to yard sales. We found a 14 gallon Shop Vac, barely used, which we've needed and not had, so now that we have, I hope we don't need! At another sale, a huge box of acrylic paints, many completely unopened - $20 takes it all. I snapped that up for Harmony, and upon counting later found more than 100 containers of paint, more than half still sealed - a phenomenal deal and a huge cost savings, considering how much she's working right now.

And we stopped at the Greenery. This greenhouse shop is only open a few weeks every year. The owner comes up from the south and sets up shop in two long greenhouses. This year there's a lot more veggies and herbs compared to flowers; he was in the process of transferring broccoli and brussels sprouts seedling plugs into individual pots.

In the afternoon, Nadia and I practiced our horseshoe skills. The birds have been tremendously busy; there's a robin nesting in the apple tree. We saw some large black birds, smaller than crows but perhaps not unrelated, swooping by with baby birds in their mouth. Smaller birds followed, desperately dive bombing the bigger bird but to no avail.

Sunday was as bright and beautiful as Saturday. It was a good day for washing, and I did five or six loads of clothes, hanging them on the line. The living room was tidied, as was Nadia's room, dishes, the cat pen - all of this and it was just noon. I watched with Tim a horrifying show about Coronal Mass Ejections, and figured if the sun was actually going to kill us all, I might as well go outside and enjoy it. Harmony's trying to tan herself, and we hung about on the lawn chairs for a while. We made snow cones and just let the day go by, watching the birds and discussing the probability of a weasel in the back rock wall.

It was really nice to be reminded what all the work is for; an afternoon with the girls in the sunshine, just being. Time went slow all the day. Later on, inside, I worked on an afghan for Tim - one or two more rounds of blue, and I think it's at long last done. It's 6' square already; I'm not sure my washer can bear much more.

At bedtime, Nadia wanted to hear poems, and I read her some Edna St. Vincent Millay, short poems, cheerful poems, her garden work; do you know the The Little Ghost one?

9. The Little Ghost
I KNEW her for a little ghost
 That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
 And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that        5
 Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
 All ruffled, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
 By her small hands that hung        10
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
 Her gown’s white folds among.
I watched to see if she would stay,
 What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way        15
 I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint
 With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
 Of sadness in her face.        20
She held her gown on either side
 To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
 The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new        25
 And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
 A gate that once was there.


I like this poem; I like the exclamation points. I love 'conscious garden grace' in three words, Edna sums up something I've been aching to describe my whole life. Hell, to live my whole life.

Not unrelated, did you know about the Beguines? I did not, until Sarah linked this on Facebook: http://www.economist.com/news/obituary/21576632-marcella-pattyn-worlds-last-beguine-died-april-14th-aged-92-marcella-pattyn There are shades of my retirement plans in there, oh, yes, there are. A community of Crones could be an amazing thing; I wish I owned more property.

Remind me that I want to talk about gender disparity in Alzheimer's Research. Did you know that 80% of all newly diagnosed cases of Alzheimer's are in female patients, but neuroscience research is done almost exclusively in men in an effort to control for the complicating effects of hormones? This, my friends, is a problem.

But it is not a problem I can fix this morning. I need to instead write about Facebook, and then about humor, and then about scuba diving and then French Food and pretty flowers. So onward, upward, forward, y'all. The ramparts, they will not fall of their own accord!

“The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for.”
-Oscar Wilde

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sistrmoon
May. 6th, 2013 01:23 pm (UTC)
Loving this post.
fox_bard
May. 6th, 2013 01:52 pm (UTC)
The poem reminds me of Robert Hillyer's 'So Ghostly Then the Girl Came In':

So ghostly then the girl came in,
I never saw the turnstile twist,
Down where the orchard trees begin,
Lost in a reverie of mist.

And in the windless hour between
The last of daylight and the night,
When fields give up their ebbing green,
And two bats interweave their flight.

I saw the turnstile glimmer pale
Just where the orchard trees begin,
But watching was of no avail,
Invisibly the girl came in.

I took one deep breath of air
And lifted up my heavy heart,
It was not I who trembled there
But my immortal counterpart.

I knew that she had come again,
Up from the orchard, through the 'stile,
Without a sight to tell me when,
Though I was watching all the while.
cbpotts
May. 6th, 2013 01:53 pm (UTC)
Hey! How are you all doing? I hope things are going at least as well as can be expected, and maybe even better? (I am HOPELESSLY behind on LJ reading!)
fox_bard
May. 6th, 2013 02:01 pm (UTC)
We're rolling with life. The healing is going well, and I seem to be doing okay at playing long term nurse, though I'm really looking forward to the day when I don't have to do this anymore. So is my husband. But we're approximately halfway through! Yay!

I haven't posted anything in a while, but I haven't had any time to do so recently.
sqwook
May. 6th, 2013 04:38 pm (UTC)
> to control for the complicating effects of hormones

There is no way to read that other than "to control for the complicating effects of actual life for 51% of all people in the world." :\

But I cannot fix that problem this morning either! Bring on the pretty flowers. :)
sagefemme11
May. 6th, 2013 09:41 pm (UTC)
This was a lovely and loving post. $20 for all that paint makes me swoon. I dedicate SO much money to art supplies now that Jessi's in art school and let me tell ya, those art supply store owners are not poverty stricken by any account.
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