40 bar falls 30.27 6mph SSE dewpoint 24 Spring
Last Quarter Moon of Winds
Ah. Can you feel the sigh? A weekend with no outside obligations at all. I plan to do clean up, plant some more seeds, read, maybe watch a bit more of the NCAA. How about that Davidson, huh? Took out Wisconsin. That’s a student body of 1,700 versus one of what, 30,000? I will read chapter 3 in the Permaculture design book for sure, perhaps polish off a novel or two, maybe start writing one of my own. I have an idea that’s been bouncing around for some time now.
Tonight at 5PM I get to celebrate Chinese New Year again with the CIF guides. I look forward to this each year, this one especially because I’ve done my homework on China and Japan over the last few months. Saw MingJen, who organizes this event, on Wednesday at the Naomi Kawase film, The Mourning Forest.
If you can, would you write Hillary and tell her to get out now? We need a chance to even up with McCain and a bitter end to the Democratic primary race just lets him have the field to himself. I don’t have anything against Hillary, in fact she and Obama are about a horse apiece politically, but Obama has won the field, has the delegates and deserves his chance. Hillary will have another shot. She’s established that a woman can run as a serious candidate, a remarkable and historic achievement in itself. Nothing in the feminist revolution demands that women win all contests or get all the jobs.
Snow continues to retreat in our yard, but slowly. As in years past, the Perlick’s grass is almost fully visible, while ours remains under 6-8 inches of snow. They face south, we face north and that makes all the difference. Spring comes to our property about a week later than theirs, weird as that is.
On Thursday I followed the dog tracks in the snow and went out to check on my trees planted last spring. Some animal, either rabbits or deer, have eaten the tops of them down to the garden hose I put around them as protection from mice. I didn’t think tall enough up the food chain. These were the trees I planted nearest the area we call the park. Further north, also on the eastern edge of our westernmost woods, another group of oaks, white pines and Norway pines look like they’ve done well over the winter.
This is the nature of gardening. Try this and it works. Try that and it doesn’t. Listen. Repeat what worked, change what didn’t. Plants and a particular location engage the attentive gardener or horticulturist (as I’m beginning to think of myself) in a constant dialogue as shade patterns change, seasonal sun shifts become more understood, rain falls or does not fall and various cultivars and seeds prove well suited to the site or not. This dialogue is multi-lingual as one party communicates in one language and the other has to translate, but it is true discourse as each can alter the others ideas.
