 This spring, I decided to get a little hands on experience with gardening. I went a little overboard. But only a little. Monty Don once said, “It doesn’t matter how much you read or how much you study, nothing beats a lifetime of experience.” I think this is very true, and it’s something I decided to apply when I became interested (my mother says obsessed, but I think this is too harsh) in gardening. Besides my desire to be active in a garden rather than reading about it, I was eager to learn by doing. So, I did, and last winter I planned out several flower beds and one bed for vegetables, and I went a little crazy buying seeds. I couldn’t wait to get home for spring break to start all of my seeds, and as soon as the term was over, I busily went to work removing sod with a shovel and planting seeds, flowers and vegetables. For the first three months of the summer, I was watering all five beds with a two-gallon watering can, and it took almost an hour. Suffice it to say, I have never had the appreciation for a garden hose that I have now.
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 Review by Julie Carpenter Once again, I’m late to the party. I really meant to watch this movie last year. You know, when it came out. But me and movies don’t work that way. I have to slowly sneak up on them or vice versa. I was finally watched it. If it had been underwhelming or super popular, I wouldn’t be bothering you with it. However, I’ve looked at the numbers and the reviews and I’ve realized that not nearly enough of you guys have watched this thing, or if you did, not enough of you appreciated it. Under the Silver Lake, directed by David Robert Mitchell and starring Andrew Garfield and Riley Keough, is a weird, comic, slightly nihilistic film noir that’s a sprawling mess…and I love it. The movie follows a strange, sort-of-likable-if-you-don’t-have-to-deal-with-him goofball named Sam who has only a few days to pay his rent or face eviction. He sees a beautiful young woman named Sarah swimming in the apartment complex pool, spends an evening with her during which they really get along. He agrees to meet her the next day, but the next day she is gone, her apartment cleared out. The main action of the movie is Sam searching LA for Sarah. This movie feels like a carnival rendition of a Hitchcock movie, and in one of the best scenes our hero follows some suspicious women using a paddle boat. As he chases down information, he discovers that the disappearance of his mysterious and nontraditional femme fatale may be linked to murder. This is all I can tell you about the plot for two reasons. One…spoilers. Two…it’s too frickin’ weird. Here’s what I can say, this is a movie for this uncanny moment on our timeline. It’s about the machinations and vacuous indifference of the rich and powerful, it toys with the idea that pop culture often acts as an opiate to prevent us from noticing that fact, and it lays out a puzzle that can’t exactly be solved. In a film noir trope taken to a level that’s so absurd it must be true in Trump’s America, Sam looks for patterns where others can’t see them. He looks for connections everywhere from game shows, to pop music, to the backs of cereal boxes. He learns with exquisite clarity that there are things happening behind the curtain, but that the complexity of the message may not have any bearing on its worth, and it's not clear what can be done to head off catastrophe. There are non sequiturs and dead ends that never get wrapped up. There are whole plot points that lead to other plot points and then sit quietly in a corner never to be mentioned again. There is a conspiracy by the rich that leads to the abuse of the media for purposes so pointless that the billionaires who do it come off as less as villains than as vaguely malicious clowns, creating grueling and complicated schemes on top of schemes with payoffs the average person would disdain. In other words, welcome to the extended metaphor of what it is to be alive right now. If you like a movie that wraps things up in a nice neat package and makes you feel that everything will be ok, this is not the movie for you. But if you wanna have a weirdly good time possibly going nowhere…check this thing out.  Once Upon A River Written by Diane Setterfield Review by Jarad Johnson We are fully into summer now, and I find that some books are best for the season. Easy, engulfing books that can distract from the oppressive heat. This is one such book. The first that struck me when I picked it up was the cover with a cool blue river snaking across the cover. Ah! Cool and blue. A summer book.
 Julie and Jarad are predictably talking about gardening again. Just fyi, the next time you're taking a walk outside and you see a squirrel, just know they're cussing you out. You're welcome. Julie Jarad asked if I would like to add to his piece on enjoying a garden. I have to agree that for the most part, I find myself piddling when I go outside, deadheading roses, pulling up basil, weeding or planting. While I enjoy sitting calmly in a garden, I don’t often find myself in that position. I think that active gardening is what I love as well.
The only thing I can really add is that I also love - when no one is around to report me – talking to the plants, cats, birds, squirrels and occasionally garden statuary. This is why I really and truly need a fence. My neighbors don’t really need to know exactly what kind of crazy woman lives next door. They say that the real problem comes in when the monologue becomes a dialogue. It’s when things start to talk back that you know you’ve gone round the twist. (Let me add you might end up living with a snarky, skeletal visitor who never leaves.) I suppose I wouldn’t say the plants talk back, but plants do tell you things in their own way. And I defy any one of you to tell me that squirrels don’t cuss. So I guess that’s it. Working in the garden helps me relax and so does having a little conversation with nature. (Except for squabbling with belligerent squirrels over the blueberries.) What are your favorite books? The ones whose pages you find yourself turning again and again, relishing the sounds of
the gears and the glues that bring the complexity of a particular favorite, be it novel or collection, to the conclusion of each one’s story? The hefty ones. The short ones. The dog-eared covered ones? Yes those.  Jarad has some thoughts on an often uncomfortable topic: death. But these conversations are necessary and, like death, unavoidable. Feel free to share your thoughts as well. I recently attended a funeral recently of a person I didn't know very well with my mother and grandmother. After the service, we made our way to the burial site. My grandmother is almost 90, and she had to use a wheelchair that day. This was challenging because the plot was near the back of the cemetery, and my mom realized there was no choice but to roll her through the grass. Of course, we thought this was hilarious; it’s not every day that grandma goes off road, and she was in for a bumpy ride. I'm pretty sure giggling is not appropriate at such a somber event, but we couldn't help ourselves. We neared the plot (finally!), and suddenly my gran cried out, "Don't roll me over all these graves!" It seemed like a moot point by then, since we’d already bounced her halfway through the cemetery. This did not help the giggling situation. I pictured skeletons rising from their slumber to tell the living, "get off my lawn!" Or alternatively, packing up their coffins to find a more restful place to, well..... rest. That phrase stuck with me though, mostly because I couldn't figure out why she said it. Did she think it was bad luck or disrespectful? Maybe both? Or perhaps she thought the wheelchair would collapse into one of the graves.
 This book is what I refer to as a leisurely read. It feels slow, methodical and relaxing. This story isn’t about twists, turns or surprises. Timing is all important in my enjoyment of a slow book, I find a need to be in a particular mood for such a book. Fortunately, I picked the right time. I enjoyed the book a great deal. There's something my mother does that she calls "people watching" which is exactly what it sounds like. I do the same thing sometimes, except I invent stories around the people I see. My college is good for that. I will sometimes find a bench to read in and glance every so often and get distracted, wondering what other people are doing. I see a man talking angrily on the phone or someone else running into the English building, papers literally flying behind them. People can be fascinating, from a distance of course. That's what this book felt like to me. I felt as if I were observing someone else's life, with all the eccentricities and all the day to day things that come with that. Now that may not sound particularly interesting, but it’d like sneaking a peek at the characters in their most private moments, just as I fleetingly wish to while “people watching” from my bench. The story shifts between 4 characters, each written in the first person, so you get to see what each of them are thinking. We’ve all had moments where we seem to be hearing our mouths say something while the mind protests, whether good or bad (usually bad, in my experience). If you've read The Goldfinch by Donna Tart or The Secret History by the same author, this book has a similar feel and style.
 Here are the colors that the Sacred Chickens team likes to plant! What are your favorite colors of flowers? Julie I am a sucker for pictures of beautiful English cottage gardens, pink roses, clematis, with occasional spikes of blue delphinium to set off the delicate pastels. All this should be set against the soft fresh greens of mown grass, with a few white lilies thrown in for scent and serenity. If I could choose any colors at all, it would be these…however, I live in the Atlanta area where the summer sun is bright and hot and it has a tendency to wash all those colors out.
So, I try to get my pastel fix in spring, setting off pink blooming peach trees, pale yellow jonquils, white Thalia daffodils and grape hyacinth with brightly colored tulips. In my current garden I have bright red camellias and deep pink ruffled azaleas in the background, and I find that these colors pop better than pale pastels would. I can then add my usual pastel early bloomers. If I do go with a pastel, I prefer one that spends some time absolutely covered in blooms, like my yellow lady banks or the sweetheart rose I had at the old house. Those plants are about as “in your face” as pastels are likely to get and I set them off with bright or dark purples, yellows and pinks. For the summer, I have planted a wall of peach drift roses which shift from pastel pink to peach as they age. I find that this little bit of peach is complemented the purples of clematis or annuals. I also plant zinnias in my summer garden because they love the sun and the colors pop, even in the sea of hot sunshine that washes over them every day. I love the golds, browns and reds of autumn and I try to have at least a few trees and shrubs that turn brightly colored in the fall. Colors are a matter of taste, but also location and you have to take that into account when you are planting.  I read this little book of poems over breakfast one morning, and I still haven't totally worked out my opinion on it. It certainly left me thinking. After reading the first poem, I could not tell if I was going to be receptive or not. This is not a book of poetry that begs to be liked. Some of the poems are abrasive, but this seems foundational to the poet’s theme.
 Today, Jarad is tackling the topic of diversity in literature, the canon, and what makes a book worthy of being canonized. What are the benefits of diverse reading and what can the publishing industry learn from that? We hope you enjoy his thoughts on the topic and happy reading! I was reading an excerpt from an article in my Feminist Theory textbook last semester. In it, the author talked about how, in college, she only read male authors, and she felt that she was forced to alter her perspective and view the world through a warped perspective, and she didn’t much care for it. I have to admit, my first reaction when I read that was one of irritation. Are we not supposed to see the world in different ways through literature, and are we not supposed to look through another person’s eyes in a novel? Yes, we are, but upon further reflection I don’t think that was her point.
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