The Good, The Perfect, & the Right Now #sol20
July 7, 2020
So I’m pretending that there’s not a crisis in the world, in our country, in my state, town, school system, house, by gardening… That’s right. I’m staying in the 1/2 acre or so of terraferma that is my ‘vast holdings’. When you look up terreferma in the dictionary it says mainland. Here I shelter in my main land. I did some research with a student in early June about Isaac Newton. They say that when he had to shelter during the plague, he went home to his country house away from his studies and colleagues. He didn’t want to go, but when he was out in the nature of his truly vast holdings, he devised how to explain gravity because of an apple falling off a tree. All the explanations that he articulated, his best theories, crystalized in that quiet. No, I’m not getting ready to explain to you how I have it all figured out. Just considering what’s possible.
My neighbor’s yard is well groomed. The grass is even and green, watered every day by him and professionally edged and mowed by a service. His mulch is smooth like a carefully laid out carpet. His bushes hug his house. His trees are carefully trimmed. You get the picture. There are no flowers there, errant or planned. Our yard…. well, that’s another story. We inherited this yard from the previous owners and borrow it from the encroaching woods. I probably shouldn’t say encroaching, more like the rightful owner always threatening to repossess. It slopes down from the street, our house covered by tree line and a front-loaded garage. I love it.
Bob and I were out cutting down some overgrown, deer-feeding yews a few days ago and my watering, mulch-raking neighbor’s wife said, oh, I see your inspired by my husband. Them’s fighting words! I thought as I plucked endless lily-of-the-valley from the slope. I’m always out here ‘working on it’. Isn’t that the truth?!?
But it’s not well-groomed… not for lack of trying. It might be a little lack of trying. There are those few wild black-eyed Susans that I can’t pluck from their chosen locale or those native goldenrods and a few wild asters springing up. I did want to see what that cup plant in the back would turn into, it’s growing so tall. Did you know these little leaves are mayflowers? Yeah, that’s right mayflowers. And those over there, that’s wild lettuce. Well, you’re beginning to get the picture.
I have a vision. About that vision… it’s a work in progress and it’s constantly changing. My yard is one big lab experiment and the lab changes and the climate changes and the sunlight changes and just about everything changes… Starting to sound familiar?
So this morning my friend, Gwen was thinking and posting on her twitter. Two posts (@gwenblumberg if you want to investigate)
I read that and I thought, Heck YEAH! Teach the lesson about how to use the compass at the moment the explorer is lost in the woods. Ok, what does that have to do with my garden? You’ve got to be watching. You have to know the moment that the weeds start to win or look up just what is that fuzzy weeds so you wait for the blossom.
As for how this describes our teaching… you’ve got this.
These people I write with inspire me and they hopefully wait for me to be inspired. They are priceless. You’re welcomed to join anytime.