The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Monday, September 29, 2014

Ain't no sunshine...

The rainy season continues so instead of this...
we have this....
However, the plants are happy.  My first hand of bananas.
I have taken advantage of end end of all those annuals to redesign the whole thing.
Pretty cool, seeing as though there was nothing there just a few months ago.
Lots of fragrant plants, lemon verbena, scented geraniums, rosemary and of course, agave, cacti and succulents.
With all this rain, things are popping up.  You can see I am using the old zinnia plants as thatch like covering for the paths.  I figure they will slowly disintegrate and in the mean time provide a little shade for the soil.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas le están mirando
y ella no puede mirarlas.

Federico Garcia Lorca


I can see from the first picture to the second is that the plants are lush with happiness, enjoying moisture.

And about your wild garden, it is always exciting to see how from nothing and with an idea (and a lot of work, care and money !) Everything will take shape and grow.
So now you will be the director of an orchestra of scents, flavors, shapes and colors. Congratulations, now also landscape designer!. Not a bad idea experiment with some "Tamalitos oaxaqueños " with those green banana leaves. ;) Mmm .........

September 30, 2014 at 11:24 AM
Christopher Stowens said...

I always do this, put in gardens, where ever I am. It is kind of a sickness, but a good one to have. I got it from my mother.

And I'll get some of those tamales mañana in Etla. My leaves are too precious;-)

Beautiful words from Lorca... a rough translation:

Green I love green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The boat on the sea
and the horse in the mountains.
The shadow in the waist
she dreams in your railing,
Green meat, green hair,
with cold silver eyes.
Green I love green.
Under the Gypsy Moon,
things are looking
and she can not watch them.

September 30, 2014 at 6:36 PM

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