Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

" The charming landscape which I saw this morning, was indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms.  Miller owns this field, Locke that, and manning the woodland beyond.  But none of them owns the landscape.  There is a property in the horizon that no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.  This is the best of these men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title." --Ralph Waldo Emerson

These pictures show Week 2 of my seeds. If you look closely you can see the first green shoots of life bursting through the soil--mostly from my shasta daisies. I am looking forward to Memorial weekend and planting; giving the land control of what I puppeteer indoors in planting plastic. I will stay my hands and water pitcher and allow Mother Nature to make sure there is enough water and sunlight. Lately I only think in poetry (I wish I could only speak in poetry too, instead of blathering through daily conversation), so I turned to Emerson for what I could not eloquently put into words. "The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed ...