Thanks, David. A sad story, yes, but charmingly told. I seem to remember that automobiles were hailed as the clean solution to all those polluting horses on the turn of the century streets. Should have put that in the gardens, too.
Everytime someone mentions gardens (there was something about Geary gardening in the groves of academe in one of these posts this morning) I think of Voltaire wanting to end his days quietly in his garden (as did Captain Picard, but I think it was a vineyard). Charming images as we get older -- trading untrainable young and tender students for trainable young and tender radish shoots.
Ursula, stubbornly hoeing her row in North Bay David Ritchie wrote:
will i tell ye a story of al gore who got yon peace prize gather round then and settle down a cushion for my back mebbe in those days people would use machines powered by gasoline to blow leaves oh the noise was something unimaginable there's no other word to describe the things but clumsy rakes were good hard lots of work but the blower ye'll no credit it sorry that's old age creeping on accent's reverted you'll not believe once they'd gathered all the leaves in piles with these blowers leaves i'm talking of now the basis of soil right yes the good stuff gold they'd wrap them in bags made of oil plastic bags and leave them out by the road for the garbage man to come along all in the name of tidying the outside up like gardens were some sort of living room aye very sad but it's completely true David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
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