Lughnasa Waxing Back to School Moon
Nap. Off to Ace Hardware for chemically resistant gloves. Really. Why would I use anything that required them? Normally, I wouldn’t. But the varroa mites compromise the divide’s ability to survive the winter and the U says to do this until IPM begins to work. If I didn’t have a strong recommendation to go ahead from people whom I know share my overall perspective on medication, I would just chance it. Kate made shims for me to put on the hive boxes to give bees enough space to walk around and get in the Apiguard. She made them in plenty of time. I forgot to take them out with me. Sigh.
I have to go out again tomorrow and put them in place. Didn’t realize I’d forgotten them until I came inside and saw them still there on the dog crate.
The garlic is in the ground. This is the first year I’m planting only garlic I have grown. In previous years I’ve always bought a few bulbs of a variety I haven’t tried. The planting of garlic grown here both naturalizes the plant to our locale and gives me a sense of a circle closed. Satisfying.
Dug potatoes, too. One row of three. Not as productive as last year so far, but not bad. I planted these at ground level in the oldest of the raised beds, one almost flush with the garden floor. I will not do that again. Way too much bending over. Still, the thrill of digging a potato out of the loose soil constitutes a miracle as far I’m concerned.
The older I get the more I have the opposite problem from the early advocates of higher criticism of the Bible. They thought miracles were problematic in the biblical narrative and went about finding natural explanations for them or chalking them up to mythologization. Not me.
Miracles are everywhere in my world. Those pale yellow roots against the darkness of the soil. Edible! Planting garlic in the fall so I can harvest it next June. Cooperating with insects to produce a sweet, delicious liquid that I can share with friends. How about that! Being part of a young woman’s search for her vocational path. A person mutating from young adult to a professional. Getting up in the morning with energy and eagerness for the day. Greetings from Vega and Rigel with tails thumping and bodies quivering. Knowing that we get our food from the energy of a star 93 million miles away from us. Having a modest grasp of quantum mechanics. The absolute, dumbfounding miracle of love between Kate and me, our kids, our grandkids. Friendships that have endured for years and years. Life is so full of miracles I have to fight through them to get to breakfast.
