Thursday, August 1, 2019


Birthday report tomorrow - I'm too tired and much too full to think. But - it could not have been nicer.

This morning, though, I had a god moment. A monarch stopped on this plant - I don't know what those flowers are - and stayed for a long time, long enough for me to get my phone and take a picture. And then it stayed some more. I was mesmerized by the wings like stained glass windows. And as I stared, a bird was singing, and the scent of flowers was drifting by, and I thought - Who invented butterflies and painted them so beautifully? Who invented birdsong and lavender?

If I'd been religious, I'd have answered god. But I am not, so I guess it's just natural selection, genetic mutation, evolution etc. I can see why religion is a comfort - how much more comforting to imagine a benevolent spirit brought us these wondrous things, rather than random forces of nature.

But one fact remains, god or Darwin or neither - the wings of the butterfly are a fucking miracle.
And then it was time to get ready for the party. Here is a 69-year old woman in her apron, with her cucumber collection. More anon.


  1. Loved your garden from the first time we met to chat about my book, and now this beautiful captureπŸ™Œ! What a way to bring in your 69th year. Happy birthday πŸŽ‚πŸŽˆπŸŽ‰

  2. Claire, I hope your book is going well. If only books were as easy to grow as cucumbers.