I was mowing the other day, my commonplace first mowing of the year that consists more of whacking down precocious weeds than cutting actual green grass, and as my mind was wandering during the interminable yard laps, I was mulling over the COVID 19 pandemic and my mind recalled the phrase "May you live in interesting times." We've probably all heard that backhanded blessing in the past and not thought much about it, but right now, in the midst of "stay-at-home" and global economic and human catastrophe, my immediate thought was "What adrenalin-junkie, world-class ADHD nutball authored that statement?" Benjamin Franklin? Edgar Allan Poe? Rasputin?
Curious, as I'm sure you now are, I stopped the mower, whipped out my trusty iPhone, and quickly google-searched my way to the conclusion that "may you live in interesting times" is widely regarded as the English translation of a traditional Chinese curse. Isn't that just all kinds of ironic, given how and where this pandemic started?
I don't think I need a national poll to find out that none of us really want to live in interesting times. We don't really want to go through pandemics or 9/11 terrorist attacks or foreign wars or Recession or the Challenger explosion. I'm pretty sure we just want to live our lives, love our parents, spouses and children, be productive and kind to others, and leave the world a little better.
I've been so engrossed in the "interesting times" that it took me until yesterday to realize my Redbuds haven't bloomed this year. Last week it appeared they were getting close, but they have done nothing yet and my other magnolias have also not followed up on the beauty of my Star Magnolia this year. Tonight, I took a closer look at the flower buds on the Redbuds and saw, as you can see from the two pictures above, that the cold dip into the 20's of last weekend has killed the buds, all but a very few who will likely get smashed by the cold snap and late snow coming this weekend. This 'Jane' Magnolia was also quite damaged. She's struggling to come back, but if you click on the picture and look closer you'll see three brown buds for every mangled blossom that has managed a little color. I'm not even going to talk about the damage to her sister 'Ann'.
I don't know how I'm going to tell Mrs. ProfessorRoush. She might not even notice the magnolia didn't bloom, but the redbuds are special in her heart and their bloom a special time for her and she will miss them dreadfully this year. Daylilies and hollyhocks, beautiful as they are in mid-summer, just won't fill that void for her. Interesting times? No, she will just see it as disappointment.I'm really concerned at present that the flowering crabapple blooms at top, and my just-opening Red-blossomed Peach, will be walloped this weekend, further victims of this lost springtime. Interesting times, my posterior patootie. Oh yeah, and these wormy web-things are now active. Why doesn't the intermittent freezes kill them? I want a beautiful garden, not one of "interesting times."
