Musings of a Winter Wren

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

GREEN THUMB

Dad and I went to his community garden plot this evening. I planted one row of lettuce, one row of radishes and two rows of carrots. Sewing a row of seeds is like performing surgery on the ground. There’s a procedure you have to follow. You can’t be throwing things about all willy-nilly. You cut a line, you disperse the seeds inside the rut and then you mend the row. That’s my favorite part. The suture.

I’ve also concluded that centipedes are actually little dragons.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

REINCARNATION

May I prove myself worthy in this life.
May I be reincarnated as a Feral cat in Bangkok.



I found this soul lounging just outside the rear gate of Wat Po, one of the oldest temple in Thailand.