Yesterday I went out to the garden to pick basil before the sky let loose with a gully washer. Bees were buzzing around the squash! A hummingbird was deriving the maximum benefit from the red flowers of the Scarlet Emperor Beans and the pink sweet pea against the house.
That tiny little garden out there is, in its way, as magical as the Big Empty. The other day I picked two green beans from Li Bai and ate one raw. It was incredibly sweet. I’ve never tasted a green bean like that. I almost felt like it was saying in its bean way, “Thanks for planting us, Martha.”
DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN
TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI
Down the blue mountain in the evening,
Moonlight was my homeward escort.
Looking back, I saw my path
Lay in levels of deep shadow….
I was passing the farm-house of a friend,
When his children called from a gate of thorn
And led me twining through jade bamboos
Where green vines caught and held my clothes.
And I was glad of a chance to rest
And glad of a chance to drink with my friend….
We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines;
And we finished our songs as the stars went down,
When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy,
Between us we forgot the world.