Spring Awakening Moon
Warning: Rant ahead. Not texting, not brushing teeth, not combing hair, not eating cereal or drinking coffee, no, this young woman I passed on my way to the MIA yesterday read while driving. By reading I do not mean look down, then follow the road, but eyes glued to page, peripheral vision guiding her used buick down Highway 252. I encountered her three times on 252, each time her head and eyes had the same position, eyes on the page, head tilted down. Each time. Then, after I had put her out of my mind, as I drove on 94, the last stretch of the drive in until city streets, she passed me on the left. Yep. You guessed it. Still reading. At this point I honked several times and pointed. Exasperated, she looked at me, then put the several page document on the seat beside her and drove on.
I have a clump of daffodils in bloom, tulips with broad leaves and iris beginning to peak back above the ground. I put cygon on the iris yesterday. This is my one remaining chemical. It kills the iris borer which lives in the soil and wrecks havoc on iris rhizomes. If you’ve ever lifted iris rhizomes after an attack of iris borer’s, you will know why I continue to use this one pesticide.
The parsnip and the garlic look good. I poked into the carrot patch where I left the carrots in past ground freeze last fall. Sure enough I have carrots composting in the soil already. Very mushy and yucky. The garden and my spirit for it are gradually coming to life. I hope we get some rain. The plants need it.