Some buddies and I are part a musical project called Six Months to Live (rhymes with "hive"), and this year our band is doing "gypsy music." I put quotes around that because it's pretty tenuously gypsy-like; we ain't exactly Django Reinhardt caliber, and none of us are well-versed in Klezmer or Roma music, but we admire it from afar and are letting it influence our songwriting. Here's a song I came up with the other day. I had that cool southern-fried swamp guitar riff, which sounds nothing like gypsy music, so I decided to come at the gypsy thing from another angle. It's a (badly recorded, on an iPhone) tragic tale...
Well, it didn't wind up in the garden; I realized that it was just the right width to serve as an end table in my new guest bedroom. I'll make another. There's a big old pile of wood scrap waiting in my garage.
I made it out of dumpster wood (I think it was a scaffolding plank) and Buckthorn logs (Buckthorn is an invasive species that the city is always cutting out of our urban forests). It's super heavy and solid. It should last a hundred years or so, and it only took maybe an hour to build.
Those of you who've read this blog for awhile are probably tired of my tributes to the chive-haired Garden Goddess who lives on the steps outside my kitchen door, but I just have to reiterate how happy it makes me each spring when I see the first green sprigs emerge. It's a friggin' miracle every time; I just can't believe that she and the plant survive out there in the cold (and the summer heat, with very little water) and come back to life every March. Especially since about the only upkeep I've done is to occasionally pour coffee grounds on her head.
I like the idea of talismans (talismen?) and amulets and charms, magical little objects that you carry in your pocket or purse that give you special powers. Remember how Sam from Cheers always kept the bottle cap from the last beer he ever drank in his pocket? That sort of thing. Anyway, this morning I was thinking about that whole concept and realized that our Little Boxes of Words could be used in this way, so I got one, composed a thought, closed it up, and stuck it in my pocket. And incidentally, I really do think these are words to live by.