I love California
A Zen koan:
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted!
I really, really love strawberries. And I get most of my produce from the local Farmers' Market -- bananas are the only fruit I eat that aren't grown locally.
So, besides biking in the rain, and lamenting the lack of sunshine, the biggest hardship of a Berkeley winter is going without strawberries. But yesterday, the Market had them. In mid-February. Nice and plump and juicy. I had them with banana in my oatmeal this morning.
Northeasterners, don't hate me 'cause my climate's beautiful.
I don't hold any grudges against the climate. I just hate this economic slowdown that's forcing me to take a job that's accessible only by smogmobile.
Pollution and sprawl concerns aside, if I could ride the train to work, Sheri and I wouldn't have had to spend three hours shoveling out our driveway this morning.
Posted by Jimcat on February 18 2003 07:14