The happening illimitably earth.

I wanted to go walking on the earth this morning. It was still dark when sleep left me, so I waited a little while, and put some water in the fountain, and saw a perfect half moon in the seemingly illimitable sky. It had rained in the night and the air was damp and cool, but not at all cold.

I walked half a block, and looking east, I saw the prelude to the sun’s birthday.

Along the redwood-lined path, I sniffed the woodsy scent; I walked along the mowed hayfield where the essence of sage-y weeds was carried in the humidity. And then along the creek, with swampy smells wafting across the way.

And the sky! It was big. God was big and so rich toward me, in His earth and creation, His presence. My senses were not adequate to the feast and I knew I would be drunk before breakfast. Glory to God in the highest! It was the birthday of (my) life and love.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings; and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any – lifted from the no
of all nothing – human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

–e.e. cummings

My Delta Sunflowers are big, and as they grow tall they break and fall over, so I have cut some, and made tangled and droopy bouquets that seem to be better suited to the patio table than the kitchen counter, where the flowers hung down and dropped little piles of pollen on the stone, on the appliances, whatever.

The lamb’s ears need thinning. My two species are so different! Here are the new ones, after cleaning up, in the front yard:

And here are the old survivors that keep growing just as vigorously, and even make flowers. But they look scraggly by comparison. I have to love my old vintage ears more; because they are thinner and gangly, they don’t make a convenient nest for the earwigs the way the fat and lush ones did this summer:

I found plums on the Elephant Heart Plum trees after all. First I spied one on the ground from the kitchen window: “Hey! That’s a plum!” So I went out right away and picked it up, and rummaged through the two trees to see if I had missed any others. I found three more fruits that didn’t seem to be quite ripe, hiding very effectively. So I ate the one that had fallen, and it was yummy. Since then I’ve been out twice to check on the other three, and they are nowhere to be found.

But our recent heat-smoke-humidity wave has started my figs ripening. This was the first one, which I discovered on the day when it had overnight turned from green to black. After taking its picture, I ate it, and it was everything a fig should be: juicy and sweet and more refreshing than a glass of water.

This is tasting touching hearing seeing breathing – yes.

14 thoughts on “The happening illimitably earth.

  1. I thought the farm where I pick figs every year was going to be bereft because of rain this year. The trees dropped about 50% or more of their crop. Then, conditions improved, and I was able to pick three times. I never insult a fig by turning it into jam or dessert. Straight from the tree, unpeeled and luscious, is the way I prefer them.

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  2. Hello Gretchen! I had to look up “illimitable” – a yes! A wonderful thing. What beautiful skies you have photographed. I tried to leave a comment the other day but got lost in some loop that wouldn’t let me in . . . hopefully this one will go through. It’s always a pleasure to stop by here for a visit. Thank you for sharing all you do. Sara

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  3. I didn’t know the word, illimitable, but now I do. Thank you. Love your thoughts. I understand about sunflowers. I like them in the house, but oh the pollen piles. I would love to taste a fresh fig some day. God bless you.

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  4. Good morning from where dawn arcs towards you! I am a fan of eec and didn’t even know this poem! Thank you for sharing your blessings with us!

    Do you know the little song whose lyrics include “do your ears hang high, do your ears hang low, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow…?” The half wild flowers and the sweet little lambs ears recalled it to me and made me smile.
    Hugs to you!

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  5. Thank you for commenting on my last post…I liked your suggestions for what you currently use as a luggage rack. I put a link to your blog, and I also want you to know I read about your trip to the Sierra mountains and have enjoyed those posts so very much.

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