Beltane Waxing Planting Moon
Under the cover of a cloudy sky and a gentle rain I planted tomatoes, peppers and alyssum, spread moss as a mulch and cut the scapes off the garlic. It’s hard to believe but the garlic will be ready to harvest the middle to late part of next month.
I always turn my computers off during a thunderstorm. Better safe than sorry. When I came down at 2:30 to crank them up again after the loud thunder bangers we had crashing through around noon, the clouds had dissipated. I looked up and saw a fleet of winged insects flying to and fro, everywhere, just outside the windows to my east and to my south. I went out to see what they were. Dragonflies. They flew in various directions, scouring, I imagine, for recently hatched mosquitoes.
The dragon fly has a warm spot in my heart not only because they eat mosquitoes, though that’s enough, but their bi-wing construction and hovering flight also appeal to me. They have just a tinge of magic and the exotic.
As I planted the tomato and pepper transplants in the suntrap, I happened on a small dark toad. He had been happily ensconced under the bale of sphagnum moss that I moved when I begin to spread it. He looked around, hopped a bit and stopped. I told him I didn’t mean to uncover his hiding place and that I was happy he had chosen our garden in which to live. He acted like he didn’t hear me.
