Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Feeling directionless. Not down, just aside from forward motion.
Spent the weekend hands in the garden, planting beets, leeks, shallots, green onions, yellow onions, moving plant matter pruned or dug up by Kate. That all feels good, the growing season again, seeds again, the sun again, the sky and the clouds again. Pressing the beet seeds into the ground, placing the leek transplants tenderly against the trenches side, pushing the yellow onion sets into the sides of our side trap, like cloves in an orange. All good.
Still. The book. Not done. The Sierra Club. Not finished. Tours disappointing. Reimagining faith on a furlow after the push to get the Groveland presentation done. Work with photoshop and inDesign still potential.
Summer’s come and gone already. Now it’s fall. Hard freeze tonight. Maybe spring will return next week and summer come the week after that but right now the weather seems directionless, too.
Thought I had another two weeks before the bees came, but now the word is that they’ll be here on Saturday. That means work during the week that I’d planned to do on the weekend. That sort of thing.
A sort of malaise.
Maybe it’s that damn jockey trying to reclaim his seat.