More specifically concerning: gardens
In the Garden
26 October 2002, around 17.05.
Books take up space, and libraries, being confined by walls, must occasionally weed the shelves of injudicious pamphlets and books unborrowed through the centuries. That this should astonish or dismay comes as something of a surprise. That, however, is not my theme. I would like to return to the metaphor of libraries as gardens. It […]
the very marrow
15 January 2004, around 15.52.
I’ve reached a point where the OED is of no use, for it cannot tell me why some people call them zucchini and other people call them courgettes, nor can it tell me on earth they were not more popular before the mid-twentieth century. The most it can say is that the young fruit of […]
Crambe repetita (12)
2 November 2004, around 18.20.
Samuel Butler, Notebooks.
horticultural
20 September 2008, around 0.01.
Crambe repetita (27)
19 April 2013, around 10.00.
Fanny Burney, Journals and Letters.
Crambe repetita (31)
4 January 2014, around 5.02.
Irmgard Keun, After Midnight.
Crambe repetita (33)
4 September 2014, around 5.42.
Mollie Panter-Downs, One Fine Day.
Crambe repetita (38)
15 July 2015, around 9.33.
Montaigne, Essays.
Crambe repetita (41)
15 November 2015, around 12.26.
Natalia Ginzburg, The Little Virtues.
iterate
30 October 2020, around 10.18.
To begin with how it is. Sun fallen behind the ridge to the south, the light fading in the valley, though still bright on the northern hills. Raking up after a frost, hoping to clear the drive and the edges of the road before the rain. For I can push a barrow as well as […]
Lettuce now: tend to our garden
1 April 2022, around 4.47.
A partial and incomplete consideration of Latin words for crucifers.
quincunx
19 May 2023, around 4.26.
Moment after moment we should follow the flow of time. You should go with time. When you become tired of doing something, you may talk about this way or that way, just to kill time. But when you see that the vegetables in the garden have almost dried up in the hot weather, you do […]
florilegium
16 February 2024, around 18.25.
Time is a wayward traveller, who sometimes rides post-haste through thick and thin, sometimes loiters on the road or falls asleep in the saddle, so that, fearing he is engulfed, we are half inclined to send with ropes and lanterns to drag him out of the deep miry ways: it is therefore not surprising if […]