Lighthouse is on my mind recently. I came across the word looking up the translation for “leuchtturm”. Do you know how it is, you see a word and you know, you know, that there must be something to it, something special to it? So it was with leuchtturm and a notebook.
It is officially Spring what with the Easter day, which I for some reason did not understand. I did not get it until today that Easter was coming. I have had difficulties remembering words but this takes it to a whole new bit of spacyness. Perhaps I will be wondering about the Fourth of July.
Another sign of spring is greenhouses. Driving down the road we see green through the doors of greenhouses. These feed into the nurseries, nursurys?, of which there are scads and scads in our area. People are planting. In our area, my wife has lots cf greenhouses on our window sills. Half-pint jars, jelly jars, they make up our greenhouses. The plants will grow in them for at least a month. At least, until it warms up outdoors Flowers and vegetables and cotton. She likes to grow cotton because they are beautiful, beautiful plants.
When I was in the hospital I remember the bolls of cotton in my room. One nurse, a Russian guy (if I remember correctly, he could be of another eastern European descent), admired them. He talked about how much gardening he and his wife did. I pointed out how they could get the seeds and plant the cotton and grow it. You can have it, I said. He was thrilled. I have not kept in touch with him, so I do not know how their cotton crop worked out. I suspect it went well. They grew a lot of things. We have multiple generations of cotton, about seven years now. The largest enemy is the squirrels. They love eating them. Little fuckers.
— MichaelRpdx