Beltane                                                              Emergence Moon

We’re only 4 days away from the average date of the last frost. That means in a couple of weeks the warm weather crops like tomatoes and peppers can go in the ground. Once they’re planted along with a few others like herbs, beans, peas, egg plant and ground cherry the work of the garden and orchard shifts to nurture.

Then we weed, drench the soil, spray with the International Ag Labs products, watch for bugs, thin. This year will be first with a full program for the orchard, so much of the work there will be new.

In a not so placid place, boots still stuck in the mud, clouds gray and close to neural ground. With canceling the bonfire I gave myself room to workout this evening which usually lifts my mood. We’ll see. That’s in a half an hour.

Beltane                                                              Emergence Moon

One of those nights. Woke up. Still up. Doesn’t happen often, at least not anymore, but here I am at 3:50 am. Not wide awake, but not asleep either.

Beltane                                                             Emergence Moon

Ah. Four verses of Latin in 50 minutes. Back in the Aeron. Now for the outside.

A personal hero

“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014)

Spring                                                         Bee Hiving Moon

Weather station says 65.  It’s sunny and warm.

After working this morning on my query letter, altering my hook to a young-adult emphasis, I continued editing Artemis in Minnesota.  This is a long story and one I can’t find on my computer right now.

It’s somewhere on one of these machines (I have two desktops in use and two older machines plus the laptop.)  Makes me wonder what else is hiding on other hard-drives. I’ll have to check.

Spring                                                              Bee Hiving Moon

Back to work.  On the to do pad for this week:  ten more agent queries for Missing, regular Latin translation at 6-8 verses a day, edit short stories, a lecture or so a day in the Teaching Company Course:  Masterpieces of the National Gallery, London, cut back raspberry canes, keep using Journal. Plus the usual this and that.  Appts.  Workouts.

Spring                                                      Bee Hiving Moon

The way it goes here.  Record snowfall yesterday, spring next week.  It does look like the weather map has decided to relent, give us some good news about the coming growing season.  I want to get in the garden before we leave for Gabe’s birthday the last week of April, plant those cool season crops.  Won’t happen unless the snow melts first.

Snow comes down here.  Big fat flakes and plentiful.  After two weeks away at the end of March, there is still snow cover on our entire property.  We have a north facing front and a woods protected back so we sustain snowpack longer than our neighbors.  On the drive in yesterday most of the yards in Andover were snow free.  Not ours.  And now it snows.

Spring                                                         Bee Hiving Moon

Home again.  Here halfway below ground in my study, at the wide screen monitor, no longer making do with strange chairs and tiny layouts.  Feels good.

Funny thing about coming home.  I’m much more tired now than I was even driving up our driveway, that I can let down feeling.  Life’s reality shared is much less than half the weight of carrying the whole.  It’s better for both of us to be together.

Over the next few weeks I’ll be unpacking the workshop and it’s implications, but for now the road has ended where it began.