turkeys on the tract
a missing book
the first rain falls hard
and worries find their place
swimming small in water
9/21/13
9/17/13
Plants as Pets
PLANTS as pets: terrariums as cages
Plants are analogous to domestic pets, dogs, cats, ponies, canaries, and goldfish, tolerant to man and dependent upon him; lawn grasses, hedges, flowering shrubs and trees, tractable and benign, man's cohorts, sharing his domestication. This is the walled garden, separated from nature, a symbol of beneficence, island of delight, tranquility, introspection.
From Future Environments in North America by Ian L. McHarg
Plants are analogous to domestic pets, dogs, cats, ponies, canaries, and goldfish, tolerant to man and dependent upon him; lawn grasses, hedges, flowering shrubs and trees, tractable and benign, man's cohorts, sharing his domestication. This is the walled garden, separated from nature, a symbol of beneficence, island of delight, tranquility, introspection.
From Future Environments in North America by Ian L. McHarg
9/16/13
9/3/13
8/23/13
Celia Thaxter
BOOK An Island Garden by Celia Thaxter
And so the ripe year wanes. From turfy slopes afar the breeze brings delicious, pungent, spicy odors from the wild Everlasting flowers, and the mushrooms are pearly in the grass. I gather the seed-pods in the garden beds, sharing their bounty with the birds I love so well, for there are enough and to spare for us all. Soon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to tuck up safely my Roses and Lilies and the rest for their long winter sleep beneath the snow, where I never forget them, but ever dream of their wakening in happy summers yet to be. (last page)
And so the ripe year wanes. From turfy slopes afar the breeze brings delicious, pungent, spicy odors from the wild Everlasting flowers, and the mushrooms are pearly in the grass. I gather the seed-pods in the garden beds, sharing their bounty with the birds I love so well, for there are enough and to spare for us all. Soon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to tuck up safely my Roses and Lilies and the rest for their long winter sleep beneath the snow, where I never forget them, but ever dream of their wakening in happy summers yet to be. (last page)
8/22/13
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