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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

"If it's Tuesday, it must be . . ." tumblr. Week Eleven

Patricia Youngquist uses words and images to tell stories about her passions. Based in New York, she currently is authoring a series of nature books on birds of the city. Now in Apple’s iBooks store @

As you know, one of my missions as The Last Leaf Gardener is to give the things I grow a voice, and I often do this by giving them the opportunity to author their own entries on TLLG. 

A few (there are many instances throughout TLLG) examples of this are entries which have been written by my Physocarpus opulifolius (Coppertina), as well as by my Helichrysum bracteatum (Strawflowers), my Ophipogon planiscapus (Black Mondo Grass), and one of my roses.

And, as you undoubedy recall, I also permit some of the objects in my terrace garden as well as some of the figurines which "live" in my indoor succulent garden to express their point of view. If you'd like to refer to the most recent blog posts on TLLG where this occurred, you may click here for the viewpoint of a terrace garden object, and here for the thoughts of Lucifer, one of my succulent garden figurines). 

But I digress. Today is all about the ram (pictured above) who is visiting my succulent garden for the holidays. He has inspired me to remind you of a passage from E.B. White's Charlotte's Web  (White is a TLLG fave please click here to see related posts.)

The ram, is a significant character in Charlotte's Web, because he is the one who tells Wilbur (the protagonist who is a lovable pig) that he is going to be killed and eaten after Christmas; this "conversation" prompted the friendship between Wilbur the pig, and Charlotte the spider. However, my little ram is not so malicious or mean spirited as the ram in White's story, and he wanted me to share a passage with you that is from Charlotte's Web.

"I worry about Fern. Did you hear the way she rambled on about the animals, pretending that they talked?" (Mrs. Arable the wife of Wilbur's owner speaking about her daughter to her husband.)
Mr Arable chuckled. "Maybe they do talk," he said. "I've sometimes wondered."
"I don't think it's normal. You know perfectly well animals don't talk."  (Mrs. Arable)
"Maybe our ears aren't as sharp as Fern's," he said. 

My ram believes that it is important for everyone of us to have sharp ears like Fern's, which can be especially challenging during the pressures of the holiday season. Listening to one another's needs, and tending to the needs of our animals and the things we grow (which we can only do if we listen to them) is the most important thing we can do during this hectic season. I agree with my little ram but before we get to philosophical, I am mindful of my promise: "If it's Tuesday, it must be . . . tumblr", so, here's the link to take you there. 

1 comment:

  1. I just changed the "opening" photo of this blog entry yesterday (12-21-11), taking the original down and replacing it with this.

    Don't ask why as I just might tell you.


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