The Watermelon Blog Green on the outside, social justice inside
"We can do better" (Kennedy)
Richest fluency
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body." Walt Whitman
Outside the window of the room where I write this blog I have been watching the little flock of thornbills that live in our garden. Last year they built a nest right outside my daughter's window, this year it's my turn. Furious activity for a couple of weeks as they put together, so fast it looks like it was filmed in slow motion and replayed at normal speed, their wonderfully complex nest with the second fake "nest" on top to fool the crows. This week they are back, in and out carrying insects, and I guess the hatching has begun and there are ravenously hungry babies to be fed.
Next door (though not here yet) lambs are calling anxiously to their mothers, and near the house wattles are showing traces of gold, not nearly in full bloom, but just waiting for a really warm day to erupt in their embarrassingly showy plumage. The pasture is showing a green tinge, also waiting for warm days and more rain to become lush.
Everything seems poised, waiting for the starter's gun, like the green and gold athletes at the Olympics. Ready to burst into feverish activity once the signal comes.
What does it all mean? I dunno, but for thousands of years artists and storytellers and writers and musicians have celebrated the wonder of the old world once again renewed, once again bringing forth life. Pagan goddesses everywhere got things moving again after the long cold winters of Europe, and the British goddess called Eostre was later turned into the Easter celebration. Like everything else we in the southern hemisphere do things upside down, and it always seems strange to be handing around symbols of fertility like eggs and rabbits at a time when the soil of the southern tablelands is about to get so cold it stops everything growing. About as strange as having pine trees and plum pudding and turkeys marking the longest day instead of the shortest day in the killing heat of December. Well, some people celebrate "Christmas in July' when the frost is on the ground and the snow is on the mountains. Perhaps we should introduce "Eostre in September" to mark the end of the frosts and the start of the flowers on these bleak hills.
Aborigines in northern Australia recognised six seasons not just four by including a recognition of the wet periods of the monsoons. It would clearly make as little sense to regulate your activities in tropical Australia by seasons created in the far northern hemisphere as it would to set your clocks to Greenwich time.
We can all feel the promise of a new Spring in our bones. Is there a goddess in Yass who wants to preside over a new festival which will soon sweep southern Australia? And hand out tiny chocolate eggs to celebrate the optimistic green and gold thornbills?
I agree with Ogden Nash - "Let others refuse to sing of Spring, I wish to sing it's a splendid thing".
"You are a person of some interest,one comes to you and takes strange gain away." (Pound)
"I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world." (Keats)
"nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights - or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel." (Keats)