My work glove split; my thumb poked through. Now I've lost this glove and its mate in the garden, where they are wearing more, like these B. found when digging up a sumac.
B. said she wondered whether she would find a body. No body, no bones, yet right for my kind of Halloween. I lost those gloves years ago. B. and I admired them together--lacy holes, leather thumb dangling, rootlets. I found the label, still intact. The leather was still pliant. After a few days in the house the gloves have stiffened. I'll bury them again.
Some say gardens are tame. Don't believe it! Look closely. The ground hog is digging deep.
A creature has eaten a window-like hole in the pumpkin, carved it, scattered seeds, a wonderfully neat job. My efforts for Halloween will not involve gnawing and digging--no pumpkin carving. Ghosts only in my dreams.
the dug-up garden gloves are beautiful, arent they? i wouldnt mind aging like that, as though i were just fading away, decomposing, but with the essence intact....
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susan
What an honest and real mean to measure time and life.
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daily athens
You know that those gloves in pictures 2 and 3 (top to bottom) look like pieces of art. I bet you knew that already. :-)
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These gloves look like something from an archeological dig, Mim, simply wonderful.
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You're all digging with me--gently!
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Your gloves retrieved from the clutches of the garden look some something Otzi the Iceman was wearing when his remains were discovered in The Alps.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post -- spare and understated, yet rich and evocative.
T. Clear, Aren't the remains of the iceman fascinating! Here things decay much more quickly.
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This is such a thoughtful and beautiful and beautifully written post. I love both pair of gloves and adore you for re-burying the oldest pair. No garden that is truly a garden is ever tame. I have gourds and squash going wild and flowers fighting the winds. I fear this week's early rains will drown everything but this is how it should be it is the way of the northwest.
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Rebecca