Beltane Full Dyan Moon
A gardening morning. The potatoes got a bit more soil around their stalks and, in between rows, Hutterite and Arikara bush beans. All the beds that could take mulch at this time got it, too. The only ones I could not mulch were the carrot and beet beds where the plants are not up high enough yet for mulch.
More bush beans went in amongs the peas and the turnips, this time Charlevoix Red and Royal Purple. With the beans I laid down a small path of tiny bacteria that help these legumes return nitrogen to the soil.
The purposeful acts involved in caring for a garden have a soothing character. They put me in the moment and each task in itself is not difficult. The combination makes for a free floating feeling. The gardener becomes an extension of the garden able to handle those tasks requiring mobility that these rooted beings cannot.
Up early, really sleepy. Nap.
