Who’d A Thought It.
Besides being the name of my favorite pub in town, who’d a thought there’d be a Mediterranean spring-almost-summer in Glastonbury? he sun blazing high in the sky, the earth cracked in my backyard, the need to water newly planted basil, tomatoes and parsley – the need to water in England. Patches of grass in the Abbey orchard beginning to turn brown: we’re now past the vibrant full bloom of early spring’s colors…I’m not complaining. I’m just craving olives and tzatziki and stuffed grape leaves as the sun brings out the copper in my skin. Max and I aim for walks in the shade at the Abbey and along Wick Hollow –easier along Wick Hollow covered in the arch of bending limbs – the old guardians. Wavy grasses in the orchard at the Abbey nearly 4 feet, or how many meter tall now? Blossoms from the apple trees dropped and mulching on the ground; young fruit growing in their place. Helicopters overhead – the familiar sound of choppers in the air in unlikely concert with the songs of sparrows, pigeons, and crows and the occasional duck quack. Lily pads with blooms the colour of pickled turnips (the turnips so tasty when eaten with falafels), float on the surface of the pond at the Abbey where carp feed underneath – gaping mouths with tails flapping.Max once again tries to sniff the Nettles. I yank his leash; he doesn’t seem to mind the sting but hours later he will go into a kind of asthmatic wheeze and cough. The town side of the Tor is shaded now; just before noon, late spring with the sun almost overhead, and trees in full leaf spread across Chalice Hill. Buttercups reach up, still, now alongside tall silver weeds. I think this will be a Mediterranean summer where I’ll eat basil and tomatoes from my garden and small cucumbers I hope to find at the farm market in the center of town. It’s not that I would mind an English summer, that’s why I’m here – but the light of today’s sun exposes another longing; one to be where the sea is cerulean blue and the sand white, but here with this mostly still lush green, I feel these overlapping lives in unlikely but welcome concert.