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Plans in Ashes

How odd that amazing, ingenious, powerful Man with all his technical wizardry should still be daunted by nature. We strive, we build, we design, ever to survive what the world (or God) may throw our way. We invent, we communicate (more rarely talking), and laugh at storm's glorious beauty in the safety of our walls, or drive with delightful speed on made and natural highways criss-crossing the land and sea and air. We work and play, travel and vacation, and complain at an hours delay, an awkward schedule, a missed meal due to fees and computers and human faults and imperfections. We charge ahead, planning, scheduling, doing, fussing over every detail, every dollar spent for precious earning, long-anticipated pleasures and sights and delights, certain that all will be in place, waiting, ready, reserved. Yet still nature hides a treasure trove of weapons, deadly or passive, sudden or unsteadily warned and grown, and like a plaything, tosses Man off course with the most casual slap, with shaken rock and rolling wave, powerful swirling winds and downpours of H2O in all its forms, and with the easier splash of the leftover flotsam and jetsom of its mighty hidden power. Still frail Man.

We sit back and laugh (as much as local allergies allow) . We shouldn't. We wouldn't entirely laugh (though we have experienced enough of traveling travails to sit back and enjoy as we can even while we wait tense and concerned with the rest), but this time we aren't there in crammed hotels, endless lines, and closes airports wondering when we might come home, how much longer we can afford to stay away, what alternative routes we can find that are not already taken by the rest, already stranded before us. From here it easy to speculate what course we would take, what pleasure we might find in enforced vacation's extension (budget and health permitting) and think not too heavily on those times we've been less than healthy on the way, wearied by days on the road, ready to return to family and familiar foods. Train or bus or rental car (or naval ship: Britain has the way of it! clever girl!) or cruise ship or ferry. But it is spring and how many are already in action, booked, moving, filled, with little space to spare. Moving on demand, all spares in mothballs, months from activation, and guilty rich raising prices with demand, no easy backup plan for sudden opportunity.

We raise our eyebrows at another delay, the quick storm-like plan in place ow thwarted by the hindrance of nature's whims. Business on demand requires steady predictability, the sheep for sheering in due order with plenty of flex meaning a rush, a double ordered, a special charter, not a global shift in a day as favored (and publicly supported) air is replaced by every other mode that has survived the leaner times unsupplemented, demand beyond reckoning, demand off the scale of wild expectations and economic hopes. The seas become more daunting with every day the sky rains ash. Rerouted flights are not enough and ships are rare and far away, not easily diverted from their scheduled course unhindered by the skies. Speculation flows freely and we watch in fascination as representatives of ourselves, we Man, invent new ways to cope.

Topics of past essays (contact me if you missed them or are interested in seeing them again)


Basil: Youth, Death, and Glory

Garlic: Strong Enough

Oregano: the Missing Sibling

The Garden Party

Flowers: an Eddible Boquet

Rosemary: the Name of Woman

Rue: the Janis Herb

Fennel: Taking it Easy

Savory: the Taste of Bread and Home

Dill: the Hidden Warmth

Dear Lovage

Microwave Cooking Nightmares

Kitchen Garden

Thymely Friend

Dark Spring

Kitchen Gathering

Spring Cleaning

Finding Flowers

Cooking for One

Technology and Me


Saving Pennies

Basil Revisited

Water of Life

Old Fashioned Ways

Welcome Bark

Poem: Seabed Conglomerate

Tribute to Moms

Poem: Close Encounter

Seasons of Life: Haiku

Choice for the Day: Memorial Day remembered

Spring Storms: Poems

Morel: a precious geek

New Mexico by Air: a poem


What Should I Put in My Garden?

Clouded Dreams-- a poem

Sweet Affliction-- a poem

A couple old poems

A couple space poems

Labor Day

October Winds--Three Poems

Salt: enemy No 1

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