In past gardens, I’ve planted rows of things–many of each plant. In this year’s garden, I limited myself: one zucchini, two eggplant, three cucumbers, five tomatoes. I didn’t want to get overwhelmed at harvest. As it is, the productivity of these few plants is astounding. And an unexpected benefit, when you only have a few plants, the miraculous nature of each burgeoning vegetable comes into its own. I couldn’t resist making a little yin/yang symbol with these glossy eggplants. Or is it yin/yin or yang/yang?
On another note, Louis Simpson’s obituary ran in the paper yesterday, a poet I’ve never read much, but that Larry knew better than I. This is from Louis, via Larry:
American Poetry
Whatever it is, it must have
A stomach that can digest
Rubber, coal, uranium, moons, poems.
Like the shark, it contains a shoe.
It must swim for miles through the desert
Uttering cries that are almost human.
Louis Simpson