It was like sow, but wasn't

My garden will be the analogy for this and some future posts. This theme is not new for sure, but it does encompass everything that I like to talk about, food, medicine, sex, order, and art. I could probably name my garden Maslow. The garden is doing exceptionally well this year. There is an abundance of food because the sex was so good. All the bees, spiders, hummingbirds, worms, beetles and butterflies have put in their collective 10,000 hours, and have helped produce enough food for eating, sharing, and putting by.

The "putting by" part is really satisfying, but it seems to only work well with food. In my case, it certainly doesn't work with money..there is never quite enough to put some by. Have you ever tried to put sex by? Can't. Gotta be used in the moment. Putting food by is like getting a royalty check in the winter, you weren't really expecting it, but you open the freezer and raspberries popped out. To paraphrase Thoreau "Everyman looks at his freezer and pantry with a kind of affection"

In this day of soundbites and tweets a garden stands firm for long term satisfaction. A passerby will ask how the garden is doing, hoping for a "Great", or "Lovely". I, as a philosopher, will begin to perorate on the virtues of front yard-organic-gardening-instead-of-lawn right up to the "eyes glaze over" stage, but when I offer said passerby a taste of something approaching perfection, the glaze goes away and is replaced with a sensation not expected.

Yea, Maslow! Peak Experience Achieved