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JWG's Experimental Eccentric — July 9 & 10, 2011

Wherein JWG remembers our First Lady Betty Ford.

Zwerglipatch  July 9, 2011  7:31 a.m. EDT

With Aloha, I remember our First Lady Betty Ford who passed away yesterday at the age of ninety-three. She was a dancing spirit who faced Truth. I admired her.

How does admiration grow? There are a few people I genuinely admire. Admiration is accepted with warts. One can’t expect a person to be free of viruses. It is the management of Life that is admirable. When one is thrust into the limelight, no matter how dim, one either glows, walks out of it, performs, shares the moment, or bursts into a quasar. Quasars, although rare, are remembered. A quasar is special. Hopefully, good. In my life, there have been a few extra-special quasars. Some of my quasars I do not have a name with which I can speak of them. They are faces I have encountered that have made a difference. They are my galaxy.

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Zwerglipatch  July 10, 2011  7:23 a.m. EDT

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On this gorgeous morning, Hemerocallis ‘Hello, Dolly!’ makes its annual debut. The array of colors in the gardens gives me a desire to get out the watercolors and dabble. If I dabble at all, it will be by utilizing the brushes in my mind. My brain paints perfection. My hand daubs color.

Yesterday, I weeded the Peat Garden. I had to thin out many of the plants that were becoming invasive and hindering the health of some of my smaller, less-active (growth-wise) favorites. I am pleased with my results.

Hearing the birds and fountains, add to that, seeing the morning shadows, it is truly a lazy Summer Day. It is a day to weed and read. Reading, for me, at Zwerglipatch, is now rare. Oh, I do much spot-reading. Reading novels at home seems a novel idea. It is a luxury I do not partake due to interests that wean me away from lives of other characters. I will have to change this habit. There are so many books in our library waiting to be opened.

There are so many plants in the gardens desiring to be freed.

The living take preference. Characters in books live forever. Plants are fleeting.

This morning during my daily walkabout with bucket in hand to deadhead, I noted the beauty, the success. Lately, People have been referring to Zwerglipatch as a park. It is. René and I wished to create a place where one can stroll and ponder. Wandering with one’s feet also motivates the mind.

The mind. It is always “the mind”. I’ve a mind to forget this pondering on a subject that has always been gnawing at me with no especial reason other than I am a curious being that enjoys answers to questions I know have no answers. Summer mysteries, real and fictional, have mercurial answers.

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