Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
--2nd Henry VI, II(3)31
Well, but first there's writing to do. Not to mention blogging. And reading. The NYT obituary section remains a favorite of mine. Weird, maybe, but packed with the most fascinating tales. Ah, the arc of the well-lived life! Take today's notice about Eleanor Perenyi, baroness, gardener, who never finished high school, lived in Connecticut, and left behind a treasure: Green Thoughts: A Writer in the Garden, "widely considered a classic in garden writing."
“When will the final curtain fall?” she wrote in an essay on autumn in “Green Thoughts.” “Heavier dews presage the morning when the moisture will have turned to ice, glazing the shriveled dahlias and lima beans, and the annuals will be blasted beyond recall. These deaths are stingless. I wouldn’t want it otherwise. I gardened one year in a tropical country and found that eternal bloom led to ennui.” [my emphasis]Reminder: As if you needed it. The "Seedy Characters" Contest ends tomorrow at midnight. Scroll down to see you can enter. Good Luck!