What He Said

Fall                                                                Harvest Moon

Hamatreya [excerpt]

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

EARTH-SONG

 

“Mine and yours;
Mine, not yours.
Earth endures;
Stars abide–
Shine down in the old sea;
Old are the shores;
But where are old men?
I who have seen much,
Such have I never seen.

“The lawyer’s ded
Ran sure,
In tail,
To them, and to their heirs
Who shall succeed,
Without fail,
Forevermore.

“Here is the land,
Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,
Mound and flood.
But the heritors?
Fled like the flood’s foam.
The lawyer, and the laws,
And the kingdom,
Clean swept herefrom.

 

“They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?”

Fighting Drought

Fall                                                                        Harvest Moon

 

Our irrigation company sends around alarmist circulars declaring potential severe injury or death for our sprinkler outside valve if we don’t have our system shut down early in October.  I’ve ignored this for several years now as the droughts have lingered on into fall and made more moisture deeper into the season a necessity, especially for trees, shrubs and perennials.

Even so, every once in a while, like this morning, I get up, go to the irrigation clock and punch manual start.  That way I can run water through the valve when temps are lowest while reassuring myself that it’s not locked up, frozen.

It’s working.  Yeah.