Today I Saw

A couple, presumably homeless, pulling 3 large suitcases into the Old Towne Parkway. (Rock Creek Canyon) I saw them the next day, one with a walking stick and his/her jacket wrapped around his/her waist with the dozen or so facial hoops removed. They looked much more relaxed. I assume they found a place to live in the canyon for awhile.


I want to believe they will manage and make it out OK.

An Offence to the Nostril

The Hungry Gap

Today, I am contemplating a few words from the deep blue pen of Ralph Waldo Emerson.  I am doing so in relation to my work in art, my gardens, my cooking, my plant-based diet, this blog, and my projects altogether.  I am doing so in relation to what I mean by ‘contemplative gardening’ . . . and The Hungry Gap itself.  I am doing so with humility.  I offer here four moments from Emerson’s powerful oration delivered before the Society of the Adelphi, in Waterville College, Maine, August 11, 1841, The Method of Nature:

Tell me not how great your project is, the civil liberation of the world, its conversion into a Christian church, the establishment of public education, cleaner diet, a new division of labor and of land, laws of love for laws of property; — I say to you plainly there is no end to…

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On Hoeing By Moonlight: First Green Bean Harvest

The Hungry Gap

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This morning, I harvested our first green beans . . .  and continued my reading of the poet Cesare Pavese.  Together, they arrested the gravitational pull of high-summer heat.  We sometimes feel claustrophobic when the summer heat reaches its upper registers, but how much more easily we close ourselves in.  How easily we fall into dejection when circumstances aren’t perfectly favorable.  With the poet, we say:

Mist clogs the sunshine,
smoky dwarf houses
Hem me round everywhere;
A vague dejection
Weighs down my soul. – Matthew Arnold, Consolation.

These beans delight me. Though we tend to take them for granted, they are small wonders. There is deep satisfaction in hunting for them far down in the bushes, pinching them off with thumb and forefinger, dropping them in the basket, carrying them to the house, cooking them well, and eating them one at a time.

We can discover the…

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