Whilst sitting in the audience, I really enjoyed hearing the other bands play, as well as watching our director, an amaaaaazing musician in his own right. I will admit, tho, that I was a bit distracted by a baby nearby. She seemed to be half of a set of twins. She was bopping to the music, giving the man sitting next to her a mischievous eye and generally enthralling me. She, her sister, her dad and mum, and myself all had our own progressive ripple going on....
Afterward, we had a party at our president's house. I chatted with some fellow(ette) gardeners and they were astounded if not downright appalled to learn that I catch the snails and slugs and release them in a location I consider non-threatening to other gardeners' plots.
Last night, I slept well, despite the blustery deluge of rainfall and this morning I awoke to too much rain to feel like going out de-slugging, so instead I watched an enlightening video about life and perspective and connectivity. innerworlds
That movie was a great way to start the day and I highly recommend it. After having my/our eyes opened by that film, I (astonishing as this may seem, yes, I actually did) looked at some daylily pics online. I pointed one out to my husband as a truly beautiful flower with a wonderful plant habit, that altho it is many years old (this introduction), is still as lovely and awesome, really, as about any flower out there. Well, pretty much, I think. He largely ignored me, but hey, we get along.
Then, lo and behold, the sun broke out! So I went outside to wander through the gardens and search for slugs and snails. It was a lackadaisical effort so I wore no gloves and carried no bucket. Partly because of the late hour, surely, or the sun actually coming out, there was nary a gastropod to be found. But in good self aggrandizing form, I was congratulating myself on the fruits of years of effort, hand picking off the little buggers, and assuring myself that this was not some fluke but a sign of progress... and then... I found the grandmother of snails. There she was, sitting on a lovely daylily plant. Luckily for me, snails come with handy dandy, built in, well, handles! So I gingerly removed her and she was kind enough to withdraw into her shell. I headed for my secret drop-off site and watched her carefully as I walked - because those little slimy things can launch out of that shell and attach to your hand in the most alarming and yucky sort of way. Again I was fortunate, cause Old Mother West Wind was blowing a steady beat and keeping my not so little gastropodarian tucked in for respite.
We made it to the (place that shall remain unnamed) both of us unscathed and I reasonably gently deposited my slimy friend, said goodbye (yes, I did) and headed home, thinking about this catch and release thing, about what my bandmates had said last night about them not being native and that therefore I should kill them, thinking about the film I watched this morning, about connectedness, about another film I watched in which an adopted (by a gay couple) hispanic boy gave a moving speech, and proclaimed 'we are all Americans' and my ever so slightly filtered through racism mind flashed on that as remarkable..... thinking about how snails are here now so it does not matter how they got here, they can be immigrants.....
And I made one more pass through the garden, slightly dreading actually finding another critter of the family mollusca, thinking perhaps I would crush it if so, in order to lessen the number of trips to the drop off point, thinking no, no, I could not do that because we are all connected and they have the same...... but ah.... I did not have to make that drastic decision because thankfully, all the other snails and slugs had gone into hiding... I mean, er, my eradication program is working so well, that no others were apparent.
Before I came inside to coffee and interweb, I finished my patrol by giving the plant which had yielded gramma mollusca another once over and I found it standing free and clear and oh, so splendid. I was happy that I had gently relocated that snail (after all, a snail shell so gloriously personifies the magical/scientific/glory of creation unfolding, does it not?) and everything was post rainstorm shimmery. As I admired my lovely plant, I realized, that, cosmically, it was the very same one I had been discussing (by myself) 'with' my husband earlier, the timeless and lovely hemerocallis, "SPIRITUAL CORRIDOR"
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