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Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts

Thursday, July 1, 2021

On the Occasion of Our 10-year Legal Marriage Anniversary

Twenty-nine years together

A decade of legal marriage

Pat's tapered hands

Can't wear our wedding ring

During swims.

On our first date, Pat said,

"You'll never find anyone

Better than me."

Pat doesn't get poetry.

Maybe if she's the subject,

It will make better sense.

Paris, a Chicago dance club,

Was the site of our earliest

Classically romantic moments.

Pat would slow-dance with me,

her eyes, messaging mine.

Pat says she lured me with

Her cooking, and that's partly

True.

All these years, and four homes

Later, she encouraged me to 

Continue loading water into the

Redbud gators in the deep sun of

This Memphis July morning by

Calling to me from the front step,

"I'm making you an omelet with

Baby bella mushrooms."

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Dirt-shoveling for a Higher Purpose

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Exhausted and Satisfied

Daylight into the evening enabled Pat and me to shovel and wheel and shovel and wheel and shovel and wheel and shovel and wheel and shovel and wheel...Two and a half cubic yards of soil, and two and a half more to go.

At midday, a dump-truck left five cubic yards of dirt in the middle of our driveway. Pat wanted it for the garden she's building in the backyard. After work, I loaded and re-loaded and re-loaded the big wheel-barrow and dumped and dumped and dumped the dirt wherever she directed me.

Standing on the pile with a shovel, I was reminded of Rosalie's funeral a few weeks back. Rosalie was the mother of Gary, my brother-in-law. All of us were asked to add a shovel-ful to Rosalie's grave in accordance with Jewish tradition.

At Rosalie's shivah afterwards, Gary's brother's wife told me how they have buried a few horses because, "They're members of the family, too, but it actually takes a bulldozer." I stood there shoveling this evening, feeling good at the contrast of this shoveling to all of that shoveling. This shoveling was to enable living things to grow.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Ahhhhhh

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The Sound of Vacation

This morning, Pat and I will take a bit of a road-trip to see Duke Farms. Will I think of Susan Sarandon and Ralph Fiennes in "Bernard and Doris" while we're there? It will be great to visit the grounds with my partner, who shares my sexual orientation and who does not suffer from alcoholism. (For context for this particular relief about my partner, see my blog entry on "Bernard and Doris.")

Weird how such a gorgeous, peace-producing arena -- as I imagine the gardens will be -- were at the same time apparently the occasional site of emotional turbulence for their creator...according to the HBO story, at least.

Can joy ever be pure?