OK, we’re trying the dog thing again. I think this time we have a keeper. Allow me to introduce Elijah Seraphim, “Eli” for short. He is some kind of a mutt, we think perhaps Boston Terrier and something. He’s brindle with 2 white stockings on his front legs. He behaved very well at Petco today, accompanying me and 2 of the chics (oldest chic is at camp this week) on a shopping trip to purchase a harness, a portable kennel for camping, and a raincoat. He is mainly girlchic’s doggy.
In other news, the garden is off and running. There are blooms on 2 of the watermelon vines; I cannot count the tomatoes. Beans are climbing their strings and I can see the beginning of buds – yay! The corn is nearly up to my thighs (it was knee-high on June 6). I also have herbs – basil, anise, thyme, rosemary, oregano, cilantro and lavender. Oh, and hyssop, peppermint and spearmint in the flower bed by the back door.
I thought of something quite profound last night at around 11 p.m. on which to write, but of course my train of thought has been derailed several times since then. I only remember that it had to do with the gnostic traditionalism article in the new issue of NOR. Rats!