Things are changing, things are flying away

Summer is half over and I’ve begun to make lists. Next week I’ll take the Lane Link shuttle from Eugene to Florence and cycled down the coast to Coos Bay, to Sunset Park where I’ll camp for a couple of night before heading back to Florence. Later I want to shuttle again for a day trip to Hecata Lighthouse.

I’m also doing a few days of childcare outside of my regular work schedule at Arriving By Bike.

But—oh! the garden!

The sunflower is 9 feet high. That part in the Old Testament where Jonah sits under a bush or whatever:

Now the LORD God appointed a plant and made it come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to save him from his discomfort. So Jonah was exceedingly glad because of the plant.

I can imagine it now. It might have been a thick-stalked sunflower!

I must admit I was a naysayer or naythinker at first. My roommate’s efforts all seemed so flimsy. I mean the seedlings were SMALL. So fragile. Now the kale is out of control. The tomato pants that I thought were dead, have spread. The eggplant is in a war of ground with both the kale and tomato bush. My roommate has had to separate them 

We have scallions, broccoli, and mint. A rash of them, a bounty. A summer’s end supply.

I tell myself each morning I wake up and go outside in my pajamas to visit the garden—that.

As much as it greens and grows

It will not last.

sunflower