Some things I keep planting will not grow here.
And then some things just do, with out my interfering.
Over time, I learn.
So, the moon, here even more about time, here it's interesting, as something small enough to hold and how that feels. Holding, perhaps the time it takes to learn. Or at least a sense of it.
Just a guess: you have more than one book in you.
Probably but maybe stuck there
over the years I’ve learned that mother nature does a far better job of planting (and then growing) seeds than I ever could … and so I try to make the way easier for the volunteers, weeding out competitors and pruning to encourage new growth … we do what we can
I think that is about where I’m at.
Loving the moons … through the leaves.
It’s that time of year…
Funny how some things will grow- take right to the soil…and others curl and wilt and die. Like people I guess.
I have things to set into the ground. I hesitate. But perhaps the cold and the rain ..here.. is finally done- it’s June.
Yes, like everything
It’s taken me 3 or 4 tries to get a fig that would live through the winter & is happy where I planted it. I’ve tried a different location each time. Finally I have one that is looking really good. And I am so glad that it is one my mom gave me from her collection. Micro climates are a real thing around here. I have a few of your loose pages from classes that I’ve printed. They always make me smile. Those moons do too.
My Brown fig (it’s common name) liked being overwintered on the unheated porch and then outside for the Spring and Summer. It passed away this year. Made a set of tiny green leaves and died. Sigh. I will miss it. Figgy.
I killed one once. By not knowing.
Oh that is sad… I still want to try that with a kumquat.
Micro climates could be a handy metaphor.
Yep…fertile ground. 🙂
Lots of things won’t grow here, in a clearing in the forest of moss and ferns and acidic soil. If I am really good at keeping up with putting ash down and compost, I have better luck. But, the last couple of years, things just didn’t get done. So now I’m thinking about a garden renovation in places where the plants aren’t thriving… some small shrubs that won’t mind the acid. That was my favorite moon of the collection 🙂
Yes, it is different here, and more than that, a lot of things will not get done… ha!
what didn’t grow? Do you know or did you scatter mixed seeds? I wondered if it was a sunflower, in the first image about stuff not growing.
Sunflowers wont grow here. Some get snipped off or eaten and some get some strange mold. I stopped using neem oil, I heard it was toxic to bees.
such a nice way to honor the passing from May to June. After three days of rain, our greenness has exploded and I am eager to get the rest of the garden planted. A joyous time of year.
Yeah, same here, but the ticks have exploded as well
Yes, the feel of cloth
And the feel of time.
cloth measures time so gently ‘n beautifully. a quiet fading away. transformation. holding vintage cloth seems to hold me. wearing it, a hug from what was. little bits sewn together, like words of comfort. whispering. x
Ages so gracefully
the hand the cloth the image of each the image of them together
holds the essence
Time is soft, isn’t it? When we are going.
Time is soft
Wondering if the tooth fairy left that page under your pillow? I am aware that I am working on openness. Today’s gratitude quote: “We can respond to what calls out to us when we allow ourselves to be open.” -Sharon Salzberg
It’s all not that simple, right? In real life.
It is not simple to be open, it is downright difficult. Magical thinking is that if I am open in some place in my life, I can be open everywhere. It just ain’t so. Thank you helping me own that.
Pages – yes! Over a decade ago, before I had a laptop, I was in-patient for many months for cancer treatment. I printed out pages from your blog to keep me grounded and inspired. Definitely count me in for a copy when you publish!
Maybe you have a book already! Ha.
(((Jude))) that last photo… holding time… open handed… opens my heart
It felt so good, the sense of it. I realize that is so much a part of the quest. The sense of it.
I enjoy so much the reverence and delight I find here. Two boxes of reverence and delight sprinkled with faery dust = good book. 😊
or at least real dust
😀
Thank you for your words and photos to start this day for me…..yes, at least a sense of it all.
yeah, let’s hold on to that.