I came to the garden alone

I woke up early and could not sleep so I walked in the park this morning. It was cold. I had to wear my stocking hat, coat, hood and gloves. Well, I often wear gloves, my hands are almost always cold, but it was frosty!

I wish I could say it was peaceful and in some ways it was, but even before seven there was traffic and garbage trucks and a small man walking a smaller dog whose way intersected mine.

I walked through the community garden. There, tucked in among the newly sprouting vegetables, was a small bower. Someone had wrapped grape leaves around the back which is why I decided to walk in and look closer. I was imagining last years grape leaves still clinging to a small mid western trellis. They were fake. I wondered why anyone would put fake grape leaves on a tiny retreat in the middle of a prairie vegetable patch? Then thoughts of the Eleusinian Mysteries came to mind and thoughts of fertility rites involving plowing a young king into the ground to insure that the crops thrived. My imagination went wild.

Then I wondered what other people thought and that digressed into thinking about thinking.

Prairie thoughts. Early morning musings. The meanderings of a fertile mind.