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Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Nature had had her revenge:  When I had pulled wild grasses along the meander line a week before, I had cut my finger.   I thought it had healed well, but today it was sore and looked inflamed.  As a hypochondriac, I was quite worried; fortunately, rain let me stay in and read a book, because the sore spot was right where it would hurt to pull weeds.

much fierce rain

much fierce rain

rain2

rain3

  I became completely absorbed in the book  (with some guilt, as the weather improved considerably in the afternoon).  I should have got me arse in gear and hied us down to Cheri’s and Mike’s garden, both close to us, on the pleasant hours of the afternoon.  But I did not.

Allan was more ambitious.  I had pointed out, last time I weeded in the front garden, a limb that might be removed from the ornamental plum tree.  He had been thinking about it, and today he cut it.

before

before

after

after: more light for the shrubs underneath.  I do not especially like that tree.

He also hung up all our Halloween lights for the upcoming Halloween trick or treating extravaganza.

front porch

front porch

gate

spiders

 

spiders2

purple lights on the front arbour

purple lights on the front arbour

..and he hung two new pots (given us by our client Jo, I think) by the garage door.

..and he hung two new pots (given us by our client Jo, I think) by the garage door.

I went out to admire his handiwork, and noticed one plant blooming nicely in the front garden.

some sort of rudbeckia?

some sort of rudbeckia?

the front gate, ready for Halloween

the front gate, ready for Halloween

Now we just have to erect our spooky corridor of dead plants for the trick or treaters.  That will have to wait until later as windstorms would tear it apart.

Here is the book that had me so absorbed:

book

A couple of bits that spoke to me follow.  The first reminded me of stories I have heard about the end of life, including Jo’s dear mother who said something like “I don’t mind going but I’m not enjoying the trip”, as she died in her late 90s.

death

death2

Why must death be so hard?  It is a mystery that plagues me; the concept of it being a passage, like birth, even though hard, is comforting, and I do hope it is toward something more than just the dark.

The following passage reminded me of my questioning about whether or not it was right for me to try to control nature in the far reaches of our property (and the revenge of nature that had my finger looking worrisomely weird and making me think of going to urgent care, although I can tell you, as I am writing this days later, I did not go and it turned out ok).

nature

bats

It’s a great book, and I recommend it so highly that on a scale of one to five I would want to give it a ten or a twenty.  I finished it by evening and was in mourning when it ended.  Sometimes Julia Glass has revisited characters in her novels (Three Junes, and then The Whole World Over, and now her new book And the Dark Sacred Night revisits the same characters).  I do hope she revisits the characters from The Widower’s Tale in a future novel.  I did not want to let them go.  Meanwhile, I am impatiently waiting for Three Junes to come from the library so I can reread the first two books of her trilogy before I read the third one.

 

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