Archive: June, 2009
The Applause of Fireflies
Last night, about ten o’clock, I opened the front door and invited the cat inside for the night. The weak glow of the houselights quailed in the glare of the nearby streetlamp; there seemed little to draw me outside. Theo (Theodora Maud, really, named in part for Tennyson’s Maud: “Come into the garden, Maud, /…
The Gardener’s Gene
Is there a time-release bit of gardener’s DNA in the human genome that wakes up when one reaches “a certain age”? As a child and under duress from my mother I planted zinnia seeds. I didn’t particularly care for the flowers–I think Ma had some sense that they were easy to grow and that success…
Views out the windows
Surely, it’s just the season; surely I have too much time on my hands with no classes to teach, no papers to grade, exams to correct. Nonetheless I seem fixated on the critters who share this suburban development with us. Each night, when I am ready for bed, I follow a small ritual. I swill…
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