Thursday, July 29, 2004
Plant an onion...
Get an ... well, weeks have passed and, unlike my radishes, the spring onions on my windowsill show no sign of germination. The seeds sleep. Perhaps they are dead.
I try to put a bright face on it. Can I quote Ursula Goodenough again, from her wonderful book, The Sacred Depths of Nature: "Sex without death gets you single-celled algae and fungi. Death is the price paid to have trees and clams and birds and grasshoppers, and death is the price paid to have human consciousness, to be aware of all that shimmering awareness and all that love."