We are no closer than the first cave men at living life on the level we suspect human life might be lived. – Henry Mitchell (from the book, Any Day)
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Month: December 2021
by Tara Westover
Autobiography by a woman brought up in an incredibly dysfunctional Mormon family. Holy shit. Eventually goes to college/Cambridge/Harvard. Gets a Ph.D. Against all odds.
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Our mind is a garden, our thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds. – Ritu Ghatourey
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The Baseball Players
by Donald Hall
Against the bright
grass the white-knickered
players, tense, seize,
and attend. A moment
ago, outfielders
and infielders adjusted
their clothing, glanced
at the sun and settled
forward, hands on knees;
the pitcher walked back
of the hill, established
his cap and returned;
the catcher twitched
a forefinger; the batter
rotated his bat
in a slow circle. But now
they pause: wary,
exact, suspended—
while
abiding moonrise
lightens the angel
of the overgrown
hardens, and Walter Blake
Adams, who died
at fourteen, waits
under the footbridge.
by Henry Mitchell
Without doubt, the funniest and most profound book on gardening ever written. Mitchell was the garden columnist for the Washington Post for several decades. He has no rival.
https://www.plinthetal.com/plinth-et-al-1/2013/07/03/henry-mitchell-on-gardening