Tuesday, August 21, 2012

morning hedge Lebowski

















This morning's morning glory. Ipomoea is its botanical name, derived from the Greek  ips ipos meaning worm and homoios meaning like. It is a member of the convolvulus family and is closely associated with the bindweed (with its similar white trumpet-shaped flowers), dreaded by gardeners not only in Europe but in North America too.  I grew the plants on which this specimen is now flowering from some seeds given to me in an empty tobacco packet with the usual health warnings still legible on it, by my friend Geoff. There are four of these lovely flowers this morning but all have by this afternoon shrivelled and faded. Beauty which does not last.

The very word hedge suggests restraint and discipline. Hedges are there to divide and separate. But because they are living  things they also need keeping in order, pruning and shaping. I have managed the hedge which divides our narrow garden from the road for 25 years and think that I understand it. Not quite though. I realise today that it has a will of its own. The sloping top, pitched like a roof is partly my fault, but I never intended the angle to be so great, the apex so high. Nowadays even with extending sheers I cannot quite reach it (the electric hedge trimmer has now been abandoned).  Today I  begin to attack the top and bring it down to a manageable height, a satisfying task if, as I believe, it will make future trimming less of a challenge.

Last night we watched the Coen brothers film, The Big Lubowski. Apparently it was not a success when it was first shown in America. But it has since become a cult classic. And understandably so. Though it is not surprising that it was not appreciated at first. Its relationship with Raymond Chandler's novel  The Big Sleep (and subsequent film of it) is not immediatley clear, but as soon as that dawns, its wit and intelligence begins to be apparent. I have now seen it twice and find its humour grows on me. I'm still laughing  and enjoying in retropsect the ten-pin bowling scenes. I'm now ready  to see it again.




4 comments:

Lorenzo da Ponte said...

Jeff Bridges' performance in the TBL seems to bestride the two processes "being" and "acting" - hard to separate them out. I also enjoyed his many incantations of the word "dude". Always expect something different from the Coen brothers.

CC said...

Your title has now become my name for the flower in the photo.
Morning Hedge Lebowski....love it!! :-)

Plutarch said...

L da P I have always admired the intellectual quality of the C brothers dialogue and much else. I hadn't realised until I looked on Wikipedia that Ethan took a degree in philosophy at Princeton. His Senior Thesis apparantly consisted of a 41-page essay entitled Two Views of Wittgenstein's Later Philosophy.

CC Odd how almost random words placed side by side can produce felicitous, unintended and unexpected results.

Rouchswalwe said...

That title really tied the post together!