Beltane Waning Garlic Moon
In my new names for Minnesota full moons this is the garlic moon, because under its gaze, in its waning nights, the garlic leaves will begin to die back and the garlic will be ready to come out of the garden. This is now my third year with garlic started from garlic bulbs I grew myself. Garlic gradually adapts itself to your soil and climate if you keep replanting it. Not sure how long it takes overall, but the process should be well underway. Artemis Garlic.
Walking the line. Nope, not Johnny Cash, but me, trying to track down a short in our electric fence. Found it. An ironwood branch detached during the last round of heavy weather landed on the eastern run of our chain link fence, bending the chain down and over the electric fence. Chain saw. That old branch popped right off. Since I had the chain saw warmed up, I went out to the front and pruned some of our amur maples. They’re getting old and their limbs have begun to crack and die.
Now I’m in here, finishing up e-mail communications and getting ready for a nap. Kate and I have a hand-built clay class this afternoon from 1-4. The last two days required a burst of energy. I have to restore it now.