For a couple of weeks I'll be indulging my paper-thirsty soul in three books. First is Typee, a tantalizing Herman Melville novel set in the South Pacific, which transports me to heat, sand, eroticism, and cannibalism. Next is Barbara Kingsolver's fantastic one-year memoir Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I'm actually exploring this for the second time. Don Quixote is the next book club selection, and while I won't dive into the text until later this month, it has lots of pre-reading worth doing. Sometimes this just helps revv up your engine, which is often helpful we reading an old, old, old book like this. The pre-reading for a classic is like a well planned appetizer; it primes your mind and your soul for the literary feast that is coming. This translation in particular has tons of yummy things to offer, and I'm grooving it.
Also, when the house is otherwise quiet, Pacino likes for me to read
the introductions and author notes and such aloud to him.
His is a very bossy and snobby bird who fancies himself an intellectual.
But he's really not. He just likes to hear people talk. Especially Momma.
Don't even get me started on Romulus.
Something tells me this llama expects me
to read him Don Quixote en Espanol.
No va a suceder, hombre.
Well, this time around I am pretty much just reading what I marked from last February (which is only every other sentence), because the Kingsolver family's locavorism story has already been imprinted on my heart. Now I can afford to just reread the tenets, the quotes, and the light bulb paragraphs. What last year suddenly became my gardening manifesto is this spring proving its staying power. I feel a February reading tradition growing here, you guys.
My early mornings lately have been perfumed with sentences like this...
"Respecting the dignity of a spectacular food means enjoying it at its best." ~Barbara Kingsolver
"That's the sublime paradox of a food culture: restraint equals indulgence." ~Barbara Kingsolver
These only inspire me further towards a more loving, deliberate approach to our food growing efforts here at the W. Then a few days ago I saw this quote floating around cyberspace as the rain was falling hard and cold on our thirsty fields...
"I said to the almond tree 'Speak to me of God' and the almond tree bloomed." ~Niko Kazantzakis*
Isn't that true and beautiful?? I cannot think of any sphere of life where God proves His creative, redemptive power more consistently or with more poetry than in nature.
In Oklahoma we are starting oregano seeds indoors and scattering poppy and cilantro seeds outdoors, where the chickens can't see. Obviously. We are scooping up natural fertilizers and digging new beds. We are counting the weeks, the days, and the hours till the first fresh little verdant harvest bowl. Springtime is arriving with lots of much needed moisture, proving the almanac right once more. Ladybugs are swarming, honey bees are foraging, and the wide blue skies are thawing. One prayer after another is being answered gently, too. We are excited.
I feel so thankful to have a comfortable place in my life for reading. I am really enjoying these books so far, and I also really really love this rich inspiration for the new gardening season. Last year was good, but this year is going to be amazing.... Can't you feel it??
What are you reading right now? Have you started anything in your garden yet? Have you noticed any prayers being answered?
"They must often change,
who would be constant in happiness or wisdom."
*Twentieth century Greek philosopher and writer