The Garden Philosopher
On my way home from the evening dog walk, I stop to chat with my neighbor, Patricia. She?s working on her garden, which is in full, early-summer bloom. Roses, poppies, and peonies are luxuriating in the last rays of the sun. Patricia?s dog is in the garden, too, and although he and Lovely Rita share a long-standing and mutual dislike for each other, they are peacefully co-existing. They seem to have a common interest, which turns out to be a very dead rat. As I react in horror, Patricia says she?ll bury it.”Every living thing deserves a consecration,” she says.
June 9th, 2006 at 5:27 am
Burried rats – my favorite variety.