Imbolc New Moon (Moon of Winds)
Kate’s making red velvet cupcakes for Anne’s birthday lunch tomorrow. I finished cleaning out the hydroponics and will start later today planting huckleberry and mustard greens. The leeks don’t have to go in the pot until next week or a bit after.
When the arugula, pepper and lettuce plants came out of the pots, they had the aroma of the fresh earth. It reminded me that in all the jobs I’ve ever had there was one place I liked above all the others: the produce locker at Cox’s supermarket. The combined scents of apples, pineapples, lemons, lettuce, radishes, oranges, grapes and other fruits and vegetables smelled as close to heaven as I can imagine. There were sweet notes, tangy notes, but most of all there was the odor of life, not the odor of sanctity, which is roses, but the vital perfume of the plant world. The root systems of these spent plants had some of that quality.
So far today has been more manual labor than anything else. I miss that and find it soothing. Working with plants and the living earth has a powerful cleansing effect on me.
