Can Vegetation School Vegetables?

Preface: If you’re one who truly digs how humans have triggered (perhaps irreversible) climate change and how that can only negatively impact both flora and fauna; how it can only jeopardize the very habitability of our home world, you are not a vegetable. That said, be you afloat with the science or drowning in cluelessness, dig my own damning evidence of the looming troubles ahead…

Unplanned Field Experiment: Several weeks ago, this inveterate sixties era flower child enjoyed a few moments of preemptive gardening (more about that in a moment). My Goal: To set up a temporary, two foot tall wire fence capable of supporting two peony bushes, thereby extending their typical, 7 to 10 day peak blooming season; one that any garden-variety rain storm can end prematurely. Naturally, the major prob, here, is how these long stemmed fragile flowers simply cannot withstand even minor water retention.

Background: I’m reasonably certain that the plant that blooms white had been transplanted by my folks when our family of four transitioned from renters to homeowners back in June ’61. As for the one that blooms ruby red, it’d been my self-planted birthday present to my horticulturist mom (for her eightieth birthday). I can still vividly recall my greenhouse visit (purchase price a mere $8). And, by the by, that bygone MasterCard ad campaign which promises priceless memories remains spot-on. Anyway, it was one decade beyond that, upon inheriting my mom’s flowers (both indoors and out) that my motivation to honor her / keep her memory alive rendered this annual construction project akin to a labour of love. As such, I even welcome this upkeep.

Damning Evidence: Alas, during this 2021 lap around ol’ Sol, things did not pan out as planned. While my fence did successfully prop up the waterlogged blooms, the very next day, the flowers began turning sickly brown. I suspect the culprit is either acid rain or too much UV radiation (both?). And it doesn’t take much dot connecting to extrapolate that whatever shortens plants’ lifespan can similarly impact animal / human existence. Which brings us full circle back to my headlined Q:

Can Vegetation School Vegetables?

Long Sigh / Short Answer: That’d depend on the vegetables not remaining oblivious to the obvious evidence; e.g. such as that discovered right in my own backyard; and, doubtlessly, planet-wide, too. Or, in lieu of their heightened awareness / digging reality, their simply getting out of our way. After all…

To not dig the dangers of climate change is akin to digging humanity’s grave.

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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1 Dozen Daffodils

One of the scarier aspects of this damned pandemic has been the ease with which Coronavirus can exact its emotional toll… that is… if we allow it.

Albeit not as often as would be optimal, I have managed to battle that damned bug’s relentless attempts to drag me down. So far, I credit my minor victories to my still being deeply rooted to my boyhood home. This doth afford me a profusion of fond memories to draw upon… in particular… of how, throughout my (now dearly departed) folk’s 40 year marriage, they had teamed up to beautify their property (and the neighborhood, too), courtesy of their gardening projects.

By the by, their springtime perennials continue to be the very first to bloom in the immediate vicinity. And I do look forward to / count on the arrival of each vernal equinox to remind me of how much of themselves my folks did leave behind.

A moment ago, I stepped outside to discover how one dozen daffodils, awoken by Ma Nature’s alarm clock… i.e., her overnight thunderstorm… are now swaying, in full bloom, in the temperate, gentle breeze.

Ever since then, my parents’ handiwork has been reasserting their lingering presence… almost rendering it palpable.

After nearly three long weeks of social distancing… I no longer feel as isolated.