Filled My Heart with a Quiet Joy

“I can see it now: the little brown house, with its sloping roof, its clumsy old chimneys, and its vine-clad porch; where the brown bee hummed his drowsy song, and my silver-haired old father sat dozing the sultry summer noons away, with shaggy Bruno at his feet. The bright earth had no blight or mildew then for me. The song of the little birds, resting beneath the eaves, filled my heart with a quiet joy.”

— Fanny Fern, 1854.

L's addendum from Jeremiah 31:26,

"At this I awoke and looked, and my sleep was pleasnt to me."

May you fathers have a restful and quite joy in this Father's Day!

The Peoples Republic of Berkeley Days and Garden Entropy

Sather Tower (Campanile), UC Berkeley

Dear S_:

Did we ever meet and swan about at UC Berkeley?

While matriculated in the vicintiy of the west Science buildings (e.g., Biology, Operations Research, and Biochemistry), I was far away from the east Administration buildings and the UCB landmark Sather Tower (Campanile).

I remember hangin-out with some people. There was John, the astrophysics Ph.D candidate, David, the optometrist to be, and Patrick, the accounting or economics student. There were a few other guys in the group whose names I do not recall. After I earned my post-graduate degree from the People’s Republic of Berkeley, the people in the group scattered in these United States. It's par for the course; I’ve lost touch with them.

You are the only one left. The one and only UCB grad and the Lawrence Livermore person with which I am still in contact. Do you recall an email episode where you and I dwelled on the math (without using the WWII analog computer method) 'Angle on the Bow' of a submarine game? It was fun.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics is in effect daily and every moment with the living. It is still very undiscerning or unaware of to the populace. Entropy is most pronounced in spring. It is much more so after an abundant raining season; like the one we had this year.

Springtime is where entropy (chaos) is really visible in my gardens. I spent the last two weeks, cleaned the patio and bistros, examined the bubblers and their water hose, cleared the wild and massively scattered California poppies and weeds, trimmed three types of European lavender shrubs, manicured gardenia and roses bushes, and propagated the Echeveria and Crassula succulents; a total of 18 pots! Also, I had my annual ritual of 6-week springtime combat to contain (though hopelessly) the Hoplia beetles; the devouring insect of my pastel color roses.

And since there are no red ferns and coonhounds in our neck of the woods, the neighboring dogs just barks at the intruders so to earn their Kibbles. This past week I placed two motion-sensor LED lights with a slim hope of keeping the raccoons and the North America Opossums away from the house.

Energy of my was applied and will keep applying to keep my garden universe from descending into a chaotic mess (entropy).

Having quaffed several bottles of sports drink, enough was enough for spring garden maintenance. That leaves (pun) the gardener to trim the rest of the flora. e.g., the Bougainvilleas, the flowering vines, the Lilacs, the Clematis, the ornamental Pomegranate, and etc.

Of course, my preceding discussion on entropy is a microcosm of life.

The Bible already implied that life on earth (birth and growth) is invariably follow by death (dust to dust), the ultimate in entropy (Genesis 3:19). Humanity lost the privilege of entering God’s rest when mankind fallen from grace in Eden (Hebrews 4:3-5). All the generational evolving “better mouse traps” (i.e., updated version of whatever) are ways of making some form of entropy easier and better for life’s maintenance. Entropy resulting from sin does not ever go away. From the ‘A’ Train to Zarathustra it will always shadow humanity every moment until He comes again. Until then, God's love for His creation continues. What God creates, He also sustains. Therefore, Providence graces all humanity, evil and good, with sun and rain (Matthew 5:45). When God returns, He shall separate the redeemed (wheat) from the arrogant unbelieving humanists (chaffs). See Matthew 3:12.

Your last correspondence was much appreciated. It does not matter if Virgil’s Aeneid hoc opus, hic labor est applies. Your trip from California to visit the widow in Boise, ID, was much more than going the extra mile, literally. God "upholds the widow" (Psalm 146:9). Your gestures was an expression of Christian love par excellence.

May God’s countenance enwrap you and your loved ones.

L’

Kung Pao Chili and Rib Eye Steaks

3 June, 2023

Dear A_:

“'tis impossible he should; cannot creep into a
halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box.”
- Shakespeare

But, A_, I've kept all three bottles of your past and present gifts of homegrown chilies!

Of course, thanks for the delights of your gardens. I had the fresh zucchini last night for supper. Pan fried in Granoloa oil, and with a dash of garlic. It was delicious! As for the basil and rosemary sprigs, they are being air dry. And for the Kung Pao chili, I have plans for its use, too.

L'

p.s. I most likely would be shopping for a rib eye steak and thinking of smothering it with the Kung Pao chili after it is cooked. Francis Ford would probably be "horn-mad" what I proposed to do with the meat.