Watering a garden is one of the ways I enjoy night solitude. Another is to sit and... Well, SIT, to put it Zen, out-of-doors nights. A third yet is to dream...
I love watering a garden by the moon's light. In Austin, Tx., auto lights from 24-hour traffic on Lamar-- and, honest to behesus more sirens than a city four times the populace-- Helped shine on summer showers. I used ambient city light when I gardened in Houston. A streetlight outside might help me with my front bed tonight.
Sitting at night... The fireflies making Kingdoms in the treetops yonder; an unsettled bird causing havoc amongst nestling ken; tires on a road distant but not enough so...
And scents of evening rain and composting leaf and vines yet ripe; sounds of huntings squirrelish and vole-ventures and kitty cullings...
Dreams... dreaming of the day the light that shines on my garden is not the city's ambient but only universal Mother and Father, only Sun and Moon-- light of Strength and Warmth and Energy-- not of watts and colorlength and lumens... Of sitting-- nae, SITTING, on a porch with fiddle crooked and flowing, with flute riding the wind, with drum bassing beat pulsing the dream-beat...
It's quiet tonight, folks. I'm not plussed.
How nice it is, and rare it should not be in ANY life...
but...
I do have a garden to water! HA!!!
Slainte, everyone!
Cygnus
4 comments:
And what a garden it is.
Beautiful, Sir...
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
I'll be damned Cyggie......I never had ya figgered for Austin. I lived just back of the 'drag' in a cluster of woodframes...2 big coops with a garage apt set in th' back. I was maybe two blocks from the campus right behind a bar. 1971-72. We used to hang at the Squeeze Inn, Split Rail on Sunday evenins, Soap Creek Saloon, and hippie holler mostly back of the dam on a side road where there was a cove with only 1 house.
coolios, mac... i have a good bud in ft.worth, back from about a year in alaska
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