Who took my joy…I want it back.
The traditional view of such moments is that they constitute a charming but irrelevant byproduct of youth—something to be pushed aside to make room for more important qualities, like perseverance, obligation, and practicality. Yet moments like this one are just the kind of intense absorption and pleasure adults spend the rest of their lives seeking.
…it was in the work that she came closest to finding herself, by which we don’t mean “self-knowledge” or understanding one’s “true nature” but rather how at some point you can see most plainly that this is what you do, this is how you fit in the wider ecology; in the way she felt fine-tuned, most thoroughly alive, for she could gauge the hardness and pH and trace salinity simply by how it played between her fingers, how it tingled her cheek; she could tell by how the fish were schooling whether they were hungry or stressed or content. And if all of us thought of our work more like this, wouldn’t we be better off?
Lee, Chang-rae. On Such a Full Sea: A Novel. NY: Riverhead Books, 2014.
Yeah, plants that overwintered and that were going to seed, but still…
Black Seeded Simpson
Little Gem
Red Mix
Winter
Green Oak
Bronze AA
Ella K
Rougette
Reine Des Glaces
Black Seeded Simpson
Got some row cover because there were three cats prowling the library. THREE. Plus the groundhogs and the squirrels. Photo to follow…
1. What are the small white bugs in my worm compost that don’t seem to have any affect on the worms?
Springtails/white mites
(Reduce moisture in bin; did this by removing bottom (inch of delicious worm sludge and water) and emptying onto street trees. Expecting rain today!
2. What should I do with the Kobashi juice?
One part juice to one hundred parts water.
Source
KC and I cleared today. Onions on one end, lots of weeds on the other. Exciting stuff!
