Lughnasa Waning Grandchildren Moon
Last night over edamame and potstickers I discussed gardening with a fellow docent who had just seen Ran. We agreed it had been a peculiar gardening season with plants blooming two weeks to a month early. We also agreed no one could care for our gardens like we do and produced examples to prove it. Hers: a $10 an hour weeder who took up Astilbe instead of the stinging nettles. Mine: ok, I didn’t have one since only Kate and I weed here. August finds our gardening spirit on the wane, too, and we both look forward to the blessed onset of snow. She plants no white in her garden because winter provides it. Don’t have many occasions to discuss gardening with somebody else obsessed by it. Fun.
Kate has really done a knockout job on the orchard. We’ll have it in tip-top third growing season form before the end of August with mulched paths, new plants for the guilds and mulch on the mounds around the trees.
Finally back to resistance work and it feels good. I need to get stronger, both for personal stability reasons and for ability to do the gardening tasks I want to do. Bee keeping requires strength with full honey supers at 50 pounds and honey laden hive boxes heavier than that.
Got a tour together for the Camp Fire girls tomorrow. We’re going to look at how artists have represented women and women artists: Woman of La Mouth (20,000 years old), Lady Teshat (the mummy), a japanese dancers garment from the Noh theatre called a choken, a Japanese woodblock print showing beautiful women, the Lakota fancy dress, the MAEP’s gallery with women artists and finally, if we have time, the clay and wood gallery, all by women artists. Should be fun, too.
