We have been rather sun - starved in the Pacific Northwest this spring , setting a record for the long stretchiness of sub-75F since record have been keep . It has been sometimes disheartening , though the chicories , lettuces , peas and beet are felicitous . But tonight it is gay and warm(ish ) and I will not rail against the conditions . It is , after all , unpointed and irrational ; rather like neocons screaming at the cycles of the synodic month .
However , therearesome thing I require to get off my chest . I snarf weights three days a week . I make protein smoothie . It is a big chest . Bear with me .
I was lately invited , kindly enough , to a rather celebrated landscape . It was that eccentric of garden that pot of money can make , though this one was earnest and kindly attended to . I was entrance until we made our style towards the heated pool . It was a gloriously sunny mean solar day and perhaps too red-hot for my consolation geographical zone ( think of that of 56F and raining ) . At this point , my host insist on demonstrating a tres - coolheaded - pool - side terrace heater . I walked away quickly so he would simply shut out the gee - damn matter off – a effort more deftly carry out than plug the oil gusher in the Gulf of Mexico .
Earlier that 24-hour interval , I had been treat to tiffin at a very gracious restaurant . In their landscape painting , as a agency of welcome , was a yaup , dramatic storm of flames . It was too warm to sit in the sun , so we ask for shaded seats . At our board , in the shadows , we were all tardily - roasted by a propane torch .
What the hell ? Experts now debate outside heaters to bethe most inefficient use of vim on the satellite . Yet restaurants are welcome customer to outdoor terraces by heating the out - of - doors . After all , we just love that toasty feeling of warmth , do n’t we ? pelican and herons drenched in oil colour can attest . How about incur your ass out of the hot seat and place on a sweater ? While you are at it , do n’t bitch to me about BP .
Am I without guilt ? Absolutely not . We have a greenhouse that we observe with propane during the coldest temperatures of the winter . We start our vegetable garden there , and harvest time produce from itevery month of the class . I also consume electricity to circulate water through our landscape ; from this system hasarisen a healthy universe of frog and a remarkably diverse spectrum of bird life . Still , I seek to justify . These praxis are consumptive and assuredly someday will be turn over part and parcel to the abject disregard of energy use by our coeval .
Yet , the flagrant burning of fossil fuels for our sissified comfort and amusement is as transparent and distressful as it gets . It is evocative of a flabby mind and fat bottom . It is like hang a mirror in the garden and then wondering why bird are found dead to a lower place . As gardeners , we should be better .
