Gulley Jimson and I used to be best friends, even though he is made-up. Wayward human and color appreciator,he is a main character in Joyce Cary's novel trilogy,one of my favorites. Irish Joyce Cary studied to be a painter, served in the British military and civil service in West Africa (where I grew up). William Blake, intoxicating painting, a complete devotion to color and the creative passion, and a disregard for pennies and those without appetites - how could I not acknowledge these roots?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The Constant Gardener (Value the Human Beings that Do The Work Too)
Recently I read an editorial by Constance Casey published in the NY Times. Casey was a Parks gardener in NY for 5 years, and writes about gardening for Slate. After I read the recent editorial, I looked her up and read a few more of her articles. The first editorial was called, The Grass Station, written in Feb. after President Bush's State of the Union address in which he said (as she quotes) that swtich grass would be one of our ways to "make our dependence on Middle Eastern oil a thing of the past." Hers is a great editorial, and a reminder to me about the profound difference in focusing on the "amber waves of grain" and all they hold (infinity in a grain of sand, as William Blake wrote), and the conflict of competition for resources and power, in whatever form the struggle takes.
I love tulips. I bought a few recently for a "side piece" which made me think of miniature peonies, a subtle pink and white. Here is what Constance Casey wrote in a piece about tulips: "Tulips are supposed to come back because they're bulbs, which are essentially nice, fat packages of food stored for the future plant. It's not that tulips are finicky, it's that they need the conditions in which they evolved."
Photo by Margret Maria Cordts
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