Beltane Waxing Flower Moon
Beets. Carrots planted. Beds all planned. Kate’s taken off all the wire surrounds for our fruit orchard and begun eliminating quack within the mounds around them; the mounds filled with guild plants to sustain the trees. This afternoon I will round-up the quack in the areas around the mounds, then plan to seed it next week.
Seeds. Plants. Reproduction and renewal. Resurrection. Reincarnation. No wonder the garden has a mist of the Otherworld. It reeks of life at its most survival oriented and at its most elegant, beautiful. We see there the possibility of our own resurrection, planted too in the soil, awaiting a springtime for the soul.
Can we draw an analogy from the garden to our Selves? We can’t help it. Whether it translates to our experience or not, we intuit that it does. I’m for the intuitive. It just make intuitive sense.
