Beltane Summer Moon
Whoa. Up early. Like a farmer. Getting outside to drench and spray the crops. Later today 
Kate and I are going to do some sort toss packing, stuff we need to make decisions about together.
Still in a here and there mood with the garden. Here, I’m following a rhythm of treatments to optimize the food quality and soil improvement for this year’s crop (and next year’s, too, with the soil improvement). There, after this growing season, or part of the next, we’ll be gone, the care of the soil and the crops it is willing to produce will go over to someone else. An unknown someone. That’s a strange feeling.
