Full-On Spring
Spring is full-on in this valley, and in the garden. Even without the rain we so desperately need, the flowers still bloom, the seeds still sprout. My hands are rough. Tiny hairline cracks open on my knuckles from working the soil. I don’t wear gloves. Yes, I’m turning in chicken poop, compost, and who knows what else, but I want my skin to closely know the dirt that feeds me.
When you kneel down on the altar of the earth and touch the roots of sustenance, it forces the mind to be here now, present, and focused on this very primal task. We’re blessed with transplant weather right now, so it’s time to “make hay” as the old saying goes.
I am going to rest my bones this day and will send you a story soon. The first photo was taken yesterday evening of the sun setting on the chives and crimson clover. In another month or so, that garden bed will explode with Mexican Sunflowers, Zinnia’s, Cosmos, and whatever other fun flowers are cast into the dirt.
The second photo is of the unruly winter greens going to seed in the hoop house, soon to be yanked and weeded. They fed us well, and are now feeding the bees. The constant circling of life amazes me.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and nurturers. May you always be loved and fed.
Beautiful flowers, vegetables, and words grow in that garden! Well done, as usual. - M
Beautiful!