I confess. My ability to plow through books like Havana does through food and sticks has gone by the wayside ever since I returned from Africa. I’m still working on Rawlings’ Cross Creek, which I started back in December. I worked on finishing this book while I was in the hospital these past two days (BTW-I’m out).
The other book that is my bathroom read, because the stories are that short is Mark Lane’s Sandspurs. This books is a compilation of the articles he has written while a columnist for the Daytona Beach News-Journal.
I was reading the chapter called Shame and Guilt can’t move the Darwinian Gardner the other day and thought about my yard, especially since I’ve had a bum leg. In this article Lane purports himself as the Darwinian Gardner. He is asked this question by a fictitious reader:
Q: Have you–from a strictly lawn-and-garden standpoint–no shame at all?
A: I have more shame than a Florida legislator but not enough to be inconvenient when its sunny outside. The Darwinian Gardner is very unclear about this whole good/bad thing when it comes to lawn care. He’s not a conscientious objector in nature’s ongoing war–that’s the Transcendental Gardner. (Just follow the annoying tinkle of wind chimes until you find her yard.) Nor is he a Zen gardener who spends hours raking pebbles. No, he is content to watch nature, see how things are lining up, and then pretend he was always on the winning side.
He considers himself something of a Nietzschean gardener working on a yard that’s beyond good and evil and free of the petty social conventions that yoke mankind to angry and loud machines powered by small horse powered gasoline engines.
Amen, Mark! Thanks for describing me and my yard so well. If I was in a big brother neighborhood (i.e. HOA), I would have been scolded many times over. Here, I can allow the Polk County in me to shine brightly and watch every type of weed bloom.
How is your yard doing? Which gardener are you? Transcendental? Zen? or Nietzschean like me?