Spring Bee Hiving Moon
There. Got out and did my first garden task of the new season. Cut down all the raspberry canes. That means no harvest mid-summer, but a more bountiful one in the early fall. Getting out there, just standing in the garden, healed a part of me that gets wounded in early winter. It’s the part of me that’s glad the garden is done for the season.
And that’s true. I am glad when the last berry is frozen and the last tomato is canned. At the same time the finish of the garden closes up a part of my soul, starves it for nourishment and that becomes a wound, often unnoticed until its healing can be accomplished. With the least good garden pruners, an early brand purchased before I discovered Felco, I cut into the canes, cut them all down to the ground. Now that wound has suddenly healed and I am again the Greenman.
Next I’ll plant those cool season crops before we leave for Denver.