It's
well known that we love all sorts of stories and history and quotations, and this
is something about all three that we found just today: "What is history if
not stories? And what are stories if not the way we remind ourselves that our
lives are not the only ones that matter?" (Allison Glock)
The Wrong Lilies
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
THIS YEAR AND NOW
After an early December ice storm and all sorts of snow and
cold temperatures, but nothing whatsoever like our middle and northern states
have been having, we’ve started having
either cool or very mild days. Time to start the pre-spring stuff. The other
day, we raked and pulled leaves from the flower beds where they were clinging
to foliage and stems, to pull them away from the spring bulbs coming up all
over. In one of the beds, where we had grown
large pots of tomatoes last year, while I was raking, I uncovered a small green
cherry tomato which had to have fallen when we picked all the green tomatoes
last November before the first frost on November 12. This tomato was pristine green, having lain
under a cover of leaves, for three months, all through the freezes, the ice
storm, and the snow. Of course I brought
the little tomato inside, to show it to the rest of the family. Once exposed to light and warmth, it started
having streaks of red, as if it were ripening, but because it was already a
pretty old little tomato, within a couple of days it was ready to go into the
compost bucket. Nature is so
fascinating. It can be so destructive and yet in so many ways it can nurture. And never underestimate the
shelter power of a leaf, multiplied.
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