On my way downstairs,
I grabbed an empty
egg carton –
ripe for recycle –
recalling that
my daughter started
spring plants in one filled
with twelve fistfuls of soil:
a dozen ova of expectation;
a dozen disciples of revivification;
a dozen loci of resurrection.
My egg carton remains empty.
But still, I find the vacated spaces generative.
As a novice gardener, I found this use for our discarded egg cartons to be the best thing I’ve heard today, a wonderful witness against the dismal and depressing. Thank you! Yesterday, Barbara and I went on a walk to gather plants from along our path. Weeds to some but, according to Grandmama, simply plants in the wrong place. We scored some violets, wooly woundwort, lungwort and motherwort.
Glad to know that I’ve given your egg cartons a new lease on life! I was inspired by your note to learn just a little bit about these worts. Very interesting. Best wishes with your garden this year!
We always used egg cartons useful for sorting craft supplies, too: differently colored beads, sequins, chalks, stones. I like the thought of using a mental egg carton for sorting experiences. Grocery frustrations go here; disagreements with bureaucrats go there; birdsong belongs in this one, and sunsets in that.
A mental egg carton… what a great idea! But I think you will need a gross or more rather than a dozen! As an aside, I am on “holidays” this week, and so purchased a year’s subscription to Master Class. I’ve been enjoying Billy Collin’s class on poetry a great deal.