I have been attending a Master Gardening Class for an hour a week, on Thursday evenings. We are a various group: a couple of typically grumpy men and over-enthusiastic women. I spent the time writing a tanka version of the evening:
I arrive late, rumpled
from dragging the dog out from
under the wheelwell
where Boris the cat hides and
growls in the afternoon rain
The lessons:
Harvest herbs early
in the day when the dew is
sparkling in the sun,
when the dew is sweet and pure
the sun low in the new day.
Dry the herbs gently.
Please handle them tenderly
lest they lose their essences.
They will delight your senses -
you will dance in your kitchen.
Beware invasive herbs!
They overstep their bounds in fits
of enthusiasm,
they are ebullient nuisances.
You cannot eradicate them.
Herbs are annuals,
perennials, or bi-annuals.
They masquerade in
purples and deep lush greens;
they charm you into excess.
They are sweet woodruff,
purple basil, golden sage
spicy nasturtiums.
You'll not rue the thyme taken
to cultivate savory friends.
Next time:
Next week will be wildflowers
featuring a slideshow of
blooms and Indian
lore; a compendium of
sorrow: tales of blooming tears.
Friday, April 19, 2013
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