I don’t know about your Pop’s garden, but I lived my childhood in my grandpa’s house, that my dad had inherited, and I was glad that they both liked trees and shrubs and flowers…
One of my favourite books is Collette’s My Mother’s Garden, it’s an old Penguin…but I can’t throw it away…
According to ABC’s Gardening show – white moths are territorial. To keep them away make some large white moths – as in a cut out of perhaps white plastic – and nail to a stick. Probably make 6 or 8 of them and stick into the ground requiring protection, e.g. your cabbage patch. Moths come along and see that the area is already taken and they bugger off. Sounds logical to me. The fake moths looked like they were about 2-3 cms diameter.
Wow ! Not, quite in the league of Metamorphosis, imho, hph, but I’ll accept the compliment with much gratitude 🙂
I bought a book with huge number of Haiku from across the centuries translated – with added Western Buddhist ruminations. I find them calming and great for a pre-snooze reflection on the significance of small things.
When I was a kid I used to chase the white butterflies around my Pop’s garden wielding a split bamboo rake – to smote the poor buggers into oblivion. Not very Zen and somewhat ironic since I have never been a fan of the Brassica genus (as many old Unleashed readers may recall).
Pop died when he was 83 and I was in my late 20s. It took me ages to realise that the monster post-Depression era veggie garden that filled Nan and Pop’s back yard – well into the 1980s had disappeared under grass without trace.
But I souvenired Nan’s galvanised tin watering can and dipper when she passed away 5 years after Pop.
My interest in metamorphosis started when I was a young child. I used to have silk-worms in a shoe-box. I fed them with mulberry leaves. It was fascinating to witness for the first time, the three morphological stages: larva, pupa and adult moth. I spent countless hours over that box, observing and waiting to see those changes. I used to take it to school and show it to my friends.
President “Bobby”: Mr. Gardner, do you agree with Ben, or do you
think that we can stimulate growth through temporary incentives?
[Long pause]
Chance the Gardener: As long as the roots are not severed, all is
well. And all will be well in the garden.
President “Bobby”: In the garden.
Chance the Gardener: Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First
comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then
we get spring and summer again.
President “Bobby”: Spring and summer.
Chance the Gardener: Yes.
President “Bobby”: Then fall and winter.
Chance the Gardener: Yes.
Benjamin Rand: I think what our insightful young friend is saying is
that we welcome the inevitable seasons of nature, but were upset
by the seasons of our economy.
Chance the Gardener: Yes! There will be growth in the spring!
Benjamin Rand: Hmm!
Chance the Gardener: Hmm!
President “Bobby”: Hm. Well, Mr. Gardner, I must admit that is one of
the most refreshing and optimistic statements Ive heard in a very,
very long time.
[Benjamin Rand applauds]
President “Bobby”: I admire you.
That sounds like a classic movie. I read up on Wikipedia what the gist is, now more mindful that the meaning of the scene above to here would be clearer with the movie than read out of context.
A couple of nights ago I watched The Black Orchid (Sophia Loren and Anthony Quinn). Sophia Loren plays the role of a grieving woman, a florist pertinently, whose gangster husband was murdered and the engagement in her life of the beguiling widower who lives next door with his daughter, There was a lot of clever acting by both leads that turned an ordinary script into an extraordinary story.
Yes, it was classic. A simpleton, was advising The American President.
I, alone in this blog, see it as analogous with Wayne Swan running our economy – and the subsequent debt.
Thank you, Emmjay. We can cherish those then. I read your background script that you wrote above, where you reflected on your Pop’s garden and how it disappeared. I made the connection interpreting that the garden was returning to nature. It is beautiful for a reader that the image is suspended in that time of transition so all is not gone. We have a glimpse (aside you don’t get on with cabbage) of the eras of family, love and creation (provision) and loss and rejuvenation. It stands with or without a title as beautiful.
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
I don’t know about your Pop’s garden, but I lived my childhood in my grandpa’s house, that my dad had inherited, and I was glad that they both liked trees and shrubs and flowers…
One of my favourite books is Collette’s My Mother’s Garden, it’s an old Penguin…but I can’t throw it away…
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As British pop poet John Cooper Clarke once observed,
To convey one’s mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
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Nice one, Gh 🙂
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According to ABC’s Gardening show – white moths are territorial. To keep them away make some large white moths – as in a cut out of perhaps white plastic – and nail to a stick. Probably make 6 or 8 of them and stick into the ground requiring protection, e.g. your cabbage patch. Moths come along and see that the area is already taken and they bugger off. Sounds logical to me. The fake moths looked like they were about 2-3 cms diameter.
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Print (you-know-who)’s photo, cut it out and place it in the veggie garden.
Problem solved. 🙂
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Kafka is the first thing that popped up in my mind. 🙂
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Wow ! Not, quite in the league of Metamorphosis, imho, hph, but I’ll accept the compliment with much gratitude 🙂
I bought a book with huge number of Haiku from across the centuries translated – with added Western Buddhist ruminations. I find them calming and great for a pre-snooze reflection on the significance of small things.
When I was a kid I used to chase the white butterflies around my Pop’s garden wielding a split bamboo rake – to smote the poor buggers into oblivion. Not very Zen and somewhat ironic since I have never been a fan of the Brassica genus (as many old Unleashed readers may recall).
Pop died when he was 83 and I was in my late 20s. It took me ages to realise that the monster post-Depression era veggie garden that filled Nan and Pop’s back yard – well into the 1980s had disappeared under grass without trace.
But I souvenired Nan’s galvanised tin watering can and dipper when she passed away 5 years after Pop.
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Of course, it was in relation to those three lines. Not “pop’s garden”…I respect that, Emmjay. (My father passed away at the age of 83)
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My interest in metamorphosis started when I was a young child. I used to have silk-worms in a shoe-box. I fed them with mulberry leaves. It was fascinating to witness for the first time, the three morphological stages: larva, pupa and adult moth. I spent countless hours over that box, observing and waiting to see those changes. I used to take it to school and show it to my friends.
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Movie Name: Being There (1979)
Quote:
President “Bobby”: Mr. Gardner, do you agree with Ben, or do you
think that we can stimulate growth through temporary incentives?
[Long pause]
Chance the Gardener: As long as the roots are not severed, all is
well. And all will be well in the garden.
President “Bobby”: In the garden.
Chance the Gardener: Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First
comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then
we get spring and summer again.
President “Bobby”: Spring and summer.
Chance the Gardener: Yes.
President “Bobby”: Then fall and winter.
Chance the Gardener: Yes.
Benjamin Rand: I think what our insightful young friend is saying is
that we welcome the inevitable seasons of nature, but were upset
by the seasons of our economy.
Chance the Gardener: Yes! There will be growth in the spring!
Benjamin Rand: Hmm!
Chance the Gardener: Hmm!
President “Bobby”: Hm. Well, Mr. Gardner, I must admit that is one of
the most refreshing and optimistic statements Ive heard in a very,
very long time.
[Benjamin Rand applauds]
President “Bobby”: I admire you.
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That sounds like a classic movie. I read up on Wikipedia what the gist is, now more mindful that the meaning of the scene above to here would be clearer with the movie than read out of context.
A couple of nights ago I watched The Black Orchid (Sophia Loren and Anthony Quinn). Sophia Loren plays the role of a grieving woman, a florist pertinently, whose gangster husband was murdered and the engagement in her life of the beguiling widower who lives next door with his daughter, There was a lot of clever acting by both leads that turned an ordinary script into an extraordinary story.
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Yes, it was classic. A simpleton, was advising The American President.
I, alone in this blog, see it as analogous with Wayne Swan running our economy – and the subsequent debt.
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A simpleton !!! … A SIMPLETON ?
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Tourette syndrome?
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I am beginning to wonder….
Try again!
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Brilliant movie. No one twigged that Chance was a fool, because he spoke the simple truth!
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a contribution of contemporary Hokku in reply…
I love yours, emmjay and it’s ‘now’. Mine is an extract from my city poetry
Flying paper
Market vendors
Wrap fish
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I can feel the wet fishiness and I can hear the rustle and smell the markets.
I love your Haiku too, our ‘Shoe.
Lehan ?
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Thank you, Emmjay. We can cherish those then. I read your background script that you wrote above, where you reflected on your Pop’s garden and how it disappeared. I made the connection interpreting that the garden was returning to nature. It is beautiful for a reader that the image is suspended in that time of transition so all is not gone. We have a glimpse (aside you don’t get on with cabbage) of the eras of family, love and creation (provision) and loss and rejuvenation. It stands with or without a title as beautiful.
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