Beltane Early Growth Moon
I’ve hit some kind of wall. All this straight at it time, working on Missing and translating Ovid, reading about the numinous and researching Edward Hopper, modernism and romanticism, all fun, all core to what I’m about in this phase of my life, but the weather and the constant intellectual push has me wanting some relief. The garden often provides that balance for me, but the rain has kept us out of there and it looks like it might for the next couple of days, too.
Those tomatoes and peppers are in some UPS warehouse, supposed to be here today. Kate bought annuals, laid in some root stimulator to support the transplants after they move from pot to ground. So we have planting to do. She also found a possible source of garden help for us while shopping at the Green Barn. That would be nice. We could do much more if we had an extra hand for the heavy and tedious stuff.
These walls come. Then they go. Right now I’m feeling over-stimulated, I think, too much going in and not enough going out. Rewriting is no help in that it involves a lot of analyzing, decision making, recrafting. Doesn’t have the same juice as writing from scratch.
