Beltane Waxing Flower Moon
The garden beckons, so a short one this morning. I’m set for having the garden planted before I leave next Friday, a
week from tomorrow. Everything I need to get in the ground before I get back will have a spot: various tomato plants and potato eyes, broccoli, cauliflower, egg plant, onions, leek, chard, greens and cucumbers.
There is a sense of wholeness now as the orchard begins to blossom, the vegetable garden for this year starts to grow and the perennial flowers, hosta, ferns and bugbane blossom and emerge. With the ecological garden’s work later this month we will have a yet more integrated homestead, with food and flowers, bees and a home of their own for the grandkids.
This must be a similar feeling to a farmer’s, a feeling that our life and this land are one. That means, too, that as the garden comes to life, a certain part of my Self also comes to life, when it grows, so do I. As the harvest comes in so do I harvest fruits within my Self.
When the garden begins to go fallow in late August through October, another aspect of my Self blossoms. In this light I can see September 29th, the Feast of St. Michael the Archangel, as the springtime of the soul. This begins a period more reflective and contemplative, a period, too, when my creativity flowers. As outside, so inside.
Blessed be.
