Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The cycle, not the instant

Crap, I missed posting yesterday. The day got away from me, what can I say: but I'm sure there was something I could have noted.

What I've got for today is another Henry Mitchell quote, which I think illustrates my failure to find an appropriate subject quite nicely. There is always something in Henry Mitchell that fits. He's like Shakespeare, with complaints about too many marigolds.

Anyway.

It is the spectrum, not the color, that makes color worth having, and it is the cycle, not the instant, that makes the day worth living. Sometimes the big thing in the gardener's day is irises and roses and peonies all together in a gorgeousness suitable for keeling over at. Other days it is a squirrel loading a dry oak leaf in his mouth--God only knows why he picks one and not another, but he shops around--and you would think from his nervousness with the leaf that he was carrying a bushel of lightbulbs across the Beltway.

There will be a post tomorrow. About something.

2 comments:

  1. Question. The only books my local library seems to have when I search on Henry Mitchell as author are ones in which he wrote the forward or introduction to someone else's book (this may be because he's an east-coast gardener and I live on the west coast, but still). Do you have any good title recs?

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    1. The Essential Earthman and One Man's Garden are the basic texts.

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