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The mind wakes

Sky before storm

Sky before storm

It is about to storm.  The leaves are rustling like seeds in a gourd, like new silk saris.  Fog has partially covered the Monument, and the sky is wash of white.  One cat sleeps with a paw over her eyes, and another listens, alert, to the hammering of construction in the distance.  A car goes by, gathering speed.  Here is the thunder, low.

 

What it looks like now

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a longish view

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from the right

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new columbine blooms, and one fern taking root.

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after cutting down the iris, it began to sprout again.

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hidden basket

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more of the same

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Hidden miniature rose and pansies, salvia, & bee balm.

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From the right

So, here is what the Secret Hanging Gardens look like now.  To lemon balm*, iris, pansies, rose geranium, columbine, anemone,solomon’s seal, bee balm, wild violets, alyssum, million bells,  I’ve added a coleus, two types of Salvia, a bit of fern and sweet woodruff.  A protecting Crow Godess* watches. It is a garden of singles, of onesies, when wisdom says plant three of each, or five.  I hope in time, the violets and columbine will spread, as will the solomon’s seal.  I want to scatter some bulbs in the fall.

Does it represent my novel’s current state? My novel looks at a tragedy, which is couched in other events of a scattered extended family, during 1991-92.  That is, it is an assemblage of various plants (characters) in relationship to each other, but does it  an overarching harmonic scheme

Is it at all political?  Does it say anything?  This slender novel, I mean, garden,  beats back the wilderness with a view to free some trees.  Creating a garden; creating a novel?

What does it need, friends?

 

 

 

 

*Lemon balm from my friend, Alla; and a Crow Goddess medallion purchased from Sarah’s etsy shop.

Progress in the Woodland Garden

Hanging Gardens of Little Shalimar

Hanging Gardens of Little Shalimar

Wild honeysuckle

Wild honeysuckle

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Clearing Land

What it sort of looked like

What it sort of looked like, though it isn’t mine.

Clearing in progress

Still in progress

My summer project, aka Avoiding the Revision, is clearing some brush out back.  Full of creepers, vines, and Poison ivy, I have been donning long sleeves and gloves, and applying a newly acquired set of lopers to the woods.  I now understand how the pioneers must have felt felling trees to create homesteads.  The sound of the lopers cutting through branches and roots is chillingly satisfying.  I barely made a dent, despite filling a garbage bin half-dozen times to lug to the compost pile.  Still, when I raked a narrow edge in the woods to reveal leaf mold and dirt, I was thrilled.  There is  now a small, liberated wild honeysuckle tree.  The thorny vines that were not roses that were never to be roses, are cut and release their grasp on the flowering trees.

I envision native plants: trilliums, mallow, maybe woodland bulbs.  What I’d like  to is create a small oasis for the eyes, hang trailing flowers from the dead tree limbs, scatter bluebells and lily of the valley at ground level.  A hammock and a book could be very nice. Why, one could even revise there.

A Closer Look

Next door to a show at Acme Gallery in Boston, Cool Day,  curated by and also featuring the work of extraordinary 85-year-old artist Pat de Groot is the Carroll & Sons Gallery, which is now featuring work by Pakistani-born artist, Amreen Butt.  Her large scale tactile murals imitate intricate scroll work found in marble mosques and tombs like the Taj Mahal and the Allahambra, but looking closer presents something other than delicate jewel-toned flowers and leaves.  Instead, Amreem Butt uses keys and padlocks to create designs suggesting imprisonment and freedom, privilege and want on a great scale.  Take a close look:

I AM ALL WHAT IS LEFT OF ME

Amreen Butt, 2015

Amreen Butt, 2015

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Amreen Butt, 2015

Amreen Butt, 2015

Amreen Butt, 2015

Amreen Butt, 2015

 

And this is a sample of Pat de Groot’s works which shimmer off the canvas in person:

 

Pat de Groot, Moonrise

Pat de Groot, Moonrise

Pat de Groot, Darkening Day

Pat de Groot, Darkening Day

Pat de Groot, April-Pink Moon, 2004

Pat de Groot, April-Pink Moon, 2004

 

 

 

 

 

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