Thursday, October 31, 2013
And so today I celebrate Green Day, the time of peak green energy. To the Maori this season was Whiringanuku, a time for planting. To my Celtic ancestors it was Beltane, the threshold to summer.
This is not our tradition. Here it is spring time. My bach garden is growing apace. Foliage is arching over the streets of our city. It's a season of life and resurrection, hope and joy. That's what I'm celebrating today, and why I've defiantly pinned a sprig of green on to my jacket. To me, it does matter that we align with our own seasons.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
There's something so hopeful about starting a new spring garden. It means a renewal of faith, investment in a new cycle, and commitment to seeing it through.
I was out at the bach last weekend, and the earth was calling. It's been so long since I've done any gardening, and I couldn't wait to begin. Up the road I discovered bright young seedlings for sale: tomatoes, courgettes (zucchini), lettuce, and marigolds (good for companion planting)
There are a few nice surprises as well; what I call 'accidental plants': celery that self-seeded from the year before,
I'm aching all over and will feel it even more the next morning, but how satisfying it is to plant hope once more!
Monday, October 7, 2013
This glass decal used to belong to my mother, and I think of her whenever I look at it. The deep blue is the actual colour of the little flowers that line the driveway (the photo has bleached them out). My mother loved blue, and so do I.
The weekend was gentle, warm, with little wind. Spring is showing its happy face at last, bringing lightness and wonder. Aah! (big sigh of contentment and relief)