Beltane Early Growth Moon
Trying to reconcile everyday writing (a creative need and best practice) with everyday gardening (a practical need and also best practice). Decided in conversation with Kate to get up at 7 AM regularly, eat breakfast, work an hour outside until 9, then come in to write. Today was the first day of that new schedule.
(Summer – Pierre Puvis de Chavannes)
Mostly I weeded this morning among vegetable rows where a stealthy clover had crept in and those damned prolific chives, bright green beautiful spears. Along the way I observed the onions, the kale, the chard, the beets, lots of beets and the carrots. Unlike my garlic, which had a very low germination rate, the carrots, often a problem, have responded with vigor, many of them up, almost a solid line of small green feathery stalks in each of three rows.
Due to the removal of the ash, and possibly the river birch pruning, we no longer have as much as shade as we had. A major part of the point in both actions. Yet. We planted hostas and ferns and hydrangeas in both spots. The ones under the ash will need to go elsewhere, way too much sun. Those under the river birch, I’m not sure. It’s an east facing side and the tree is still there, plus the seven oaks on our hill shade them, too. I’ll watch them.
Javier and his crew finished the fire pit with crushed granite, extra thick landscape cloth and five cubic yards of shredded bark. It’s ready for the grandkids, for the Woolly’s and for us, another outdoor room, this one away from the house at the edge of the woods. There is a short path from the fire pit area to the grandkids play house. It’s now a very spiffy area with a home for the imagination and a place to make smores nearby.