Slowly

Happy Groundhog Day.

After all the frigid temperatures and dumps of deep snow, the last few days have been well above freezing. Everything is melty. Impermanence demonstrated. The Planning Your Garden class was excellent, as was the one last year on Basic Organic Gardening. Nothing like having an expert talk about their specialty on a beginning level (ha) with great passion. That was never two hours... oh, it was.

My brain is buzzing and my hands itching to get into the dirt again. This year, I won't have to hack back a monster hedge, nor will I need to get rid of masses of ivy attacking the house. I will re-dig most of the back, compost and amend better, and plan better.

I needed much more information than I had, needed to hear what the ground itself had to tell me over a growing season. It's a slow talker, so I have to learn to be a slow listener.


Tristan links to a Tallis composition I found delightful.


Our vacation begins. Cleaning and errands with a stretching out and listening to our own rhythms. Catching our breath.