Re: come into the garden, Maud

Scottie asks about gardening in America:

  "Plenty of sprinklers playing on manicured lawns, yes,
    but little or nothing of the real thing. Was I misled? 
    Are you actually all out there with trowel & watering
    can, secaturs in the holster ever ready for the quick
    dead-heading?"

No.

But that's just me.

I've only now returned from EPCOT (speaking of Baudrillard), and for the past
two months there has been an event happening there called the "Flower and
Garden Festival" or something like that, complete with seminars from
internationally famous gardening celebrities, exhibits of all sorts of strange and
apparently competitive flowers from around the world planted all around the park,
merchandise of every imaginable description, guided tours and all the rest. It's
not why I was there, but there were many people who had traveled long
distances to attend this gathering of people with dirty hands.

For me, it's all too close to labor, something which, like marriage and
children, I long ago vowed to avoid for the rest of my natural life.

Besides, every Monday there are these strange men in matching t-shirts who
show up here outside my condo in a long truck full of machinery, and when they
leave, everything looks as it should and sometimes there are even new flowers.
And yes, I would miss the hissing of summer lawns.

All the best,

--John

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