I planted the beans this evening. After I went for a walk I planted the beans. Debbie e-mailed me to verify some information and to tell me they are coming home on Tuesday. I can recall being told that they were coming back on July 3rd. So, I will see them on Tuesday after work and the beans are planted about a month late. So is the corn. My mind, for some reason, is drawn to the Maypoles.
Maypoles are tall poles that were part of various village festivals. They consisted of men and women, really boys and girls, walking around in circles, the boys in one direction and the girls in the other, as they weaved in and out of each other. As I recall, the weaving was optional. In the end the pole was completely wrapped in ribbon or cloth in a semi intricate pattern as the circle of boys and girls grew smaller and smaller.
I don’t honestly know why the two topics are combined in my mind. They don’t really fit together or than planting and knowing that Maypoles were generally celebrated in… get this… May. May is when you are supposed to plant. Andy started planting in May. But, at the same time, I am certain that Maypoles and planting crops have very little or nothing to do with each other.
It could just be that I am stuck on obscure things and as I have worked the garden (and not very hard) that my mind needed some kind of distraction and that’s where it found itself. Maypoles.
I have not sat down to write any reviews. In truth (I’m gonna share something here) I’m lazy about some things. I want to write the reviews but they don’t take a high priority. Can I tell you that I really liked the Hitchcock films I’ve watched lately and I enjoyed the Ocean’s movie and thought that National Treasure was totally worth watching. At the same time, I haven’t watched About a Boy or anything else in a few days – though I did spend some time last night reading Blowing My Cover. At that, I have been catching snippets of that book any time that I can. I’m finding the descriptions of The Farm interesting.