Another Saturday with too much time on my hands so I hooked up with Ryukyu Mike again to go out shooting pictures. "Rusty," Mike's newest faithful sidekick, guess that makes me a “has been” or “never was,” was able to get off work in time to tag along. As soon as he got in the door he mentioned to Mike that his fiancé reminded him that some preacher back in the U.S. had predicted that today was supposed to be judgment day and that he should be nice to his wife and not cuss to much. I can’t repeat what Mike’s reply was without turning this post into something “X” rated.
We were lucky this day. The deluge that hit us the night before assuaged and the sky broke open with a patch of blue sky just as we arrived. Mike and rusty just about fell over themselves to grab their gear to get as many low angle shots before the clouds rolled in again. We hadn’t even paid the modest entrance fee yet and they were already at it like little kids with a wad of change visiting a candy store for the first time in their lives.
It wasn’t long after we got in the gate that we went our separate ways. It only made sense since there were so many different paths to go down and so much to see. There were so many people there and the paths were so narrow anyway. I took the high road, they both took the low roads and none of us ended up in Scotland, thank God!
Granny, Mrs. yohena, loves Hydrangeas or “Ajisai” so much that during the slow months, when they weren’t busy harvesting tangerines or maintaining the orchards, she just kept planting more Ajisai. It wasn’t very long before the whole hillside was covered with them. Granny is now 94 years young and surprizingly still quite spry. But, as she got older, it got a little harder for her to navigate the hillside. So, little by little, the family added walkways with steps and later some hand rails to help her get around the garden.
As people heard about the place, more and more visitors came to see Mrs. Yohena’s garden. So many that a few years back one of her sons got the bright idea to charge an entrance fee. The price of admission is still quite modest at 300 Yen for an adult, that’s about $3.60 U.S. They also built a little shack for folks to get out of the sun, or the rain for that matter and drink in the sights along with a cold drink two for their insides.
So what does all this have to do with judgment day? A couple of things! First, never put your trust in “Leaders!” It matters not whether they’re religious or political; they’ll let you down every time, even on the odd chance that they really do have “good intentions.” After all, isn’t that what they say that the road to hell is paved with!
About that preacher!? I really feel bad for all those folks he snookered. Most of them are probably decent hard working and honest people who, thanks to our political leaders, are just disillusioned with the way things are going to hell in a hand basket. I guess I feel sorry for them because I'm just old fashioned enough to still believe in God but, old enough that I don't believe in our glorious leaders any more than I believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny!
I think that it's far better to trust in yourself and your own hard work. The Yohena family didn’t wait for some government appointed Czar, Commissar or a message from on high to tell them to build a garden. They did it on their own. Now compare the results of what they did on their own to what our so called "leaders" are doing to all of us. For the latter, let me suggest using some KY Gel! Lets just say that the results speak for themselves. They say that "God helps those who help themselves" and these days, that's more true than ever before!
Secondly, All that day and for the next few to follow, I had this old Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young tune "Woodstock" going through my head. In particular was the refrain that goes, "We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden." Of course when CSN&Y talked about getting back to the garden it was through gallons of cheap wine and mass quantities of hallucinogenic substances. For the Yohena family, it's just another day at the office.