by Tim Gilmore, 6/21/2012
“A simple produce of the common day.” That’s where Wordsworth said the Garden of Eden could be found. That’s where he said the Garden of the Hesperides could be found. Paradise existed not at the beginning of the world or after the apocalypse, but now, here, in the right realization of it. When the mind exists in union with the nature around it, Paradise is found in their simple produce.
Understanding this, she walks out to the compost pile in her overalls and dumps the contents of the bucket. Egg shells. Browned peppers. Coffee grounds. Tea bags. Banana peels. And out of the intermingled self-destruction of these elements, new beans, new tomatoes, new squash, new peace, new morning, and new earth.
