Thursday, December 20, 2012

One Last Sunrise, One Last Rose

If the Doomsday Prepper interpretations of the Mayan Long Count Calendar are right, this blog will be the last I post, the last electronic series of 0's and 1's that reach the ether from my winter-dessicated corpus. 

To the multi-dimensional creatures, or clattering insects or slimy green aliens who are reading this, I tried, I really tried, to grow a decent garden here in the mid-Continental region currently known as Kansas.  I primarily grew roses because of my love for them and because roses have a natural affinity for this gardener-grinding area.  If this struggling prairie has returned to its former state as the bottom of an inland sea, or if it is now a part of a towering mountaintop, it could scarcely be harder now to grow a healthy plant than it was in my time, so I wish you the best of luck.  If, on the other hand, the Earth's poles shift just enough so that Kansas is where Texas used to be, and this area is now a more temperate, rain-glutted paradise, then a pox on you and your beautiful Tea and Noisette roses.

Myself, I'm not too concerned about tomorrow's sunrise.  I'm a results-oriented guy and the Mayan's didn't predict their own demise in the middle of a piktun, so I grade their track record as pretty dismal.  Anything short of the Yellowstone Caldera blowing up tomorrow is survivable.  A nice solar storm that puts us back to the Dark Ages would be good for the planet, if perhaps not for mankind.  On a more minor scale, if the magnetic poles reverse, but nothing else happens, then I may live the rest of my life directionally disoriented, but the crops will still grow and at age 53, I'm a simple guy.  Leave me food, fun, and females and I can pretty well muddle through the remainder of my days. 

If I'm wrong, however, and the sun doesn't rise tomorrow for me, or for anyone else, I leave you with this rose, 'Madame Hardy', the greatest creation of Gardening Man, in my humble soon-former opinion.  If 'Madame Hardy' is the sole measure of mankind's existence, then I depart satisfied and reverential before her unmatched beauty. 
  

4 comments:

  1. I'm still trying to figure out how and why this supposed-event has stayed in the forefront of the 'news' for as long as it has. I guess the 'heads' have to talk about something ... might as well be this.

    Wishing you and yours a very merry, very rosy Christmas. (hey, we're the same age!)

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  2. Well, Professor, if I live to garden another day, I will think about adding Madame Hardy to my garden. It's getting crowded, but for the greatest creation of Gardening Man, I can make room. OTOH, if this is IT, I'll just mention that it's been fun reading your blog.

    Hey, I read a great article in the latest Atlantic Monthly, which made me smile. Have you seen this? http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/12/the-insourcing-boom/309166/

    Gean

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  3. and Merry Christmas to you and yours, also.

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  4. Merry Christmas James. Best wishes and blessings to You and Yours!

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