A Very Happy Bealtaine to everyone!
Even with the steady grey sky and rain, I feel so full of life and happiness! The buds on the trees are swelling, the squill and and lungwort blooming! I even spotted my kale peaking above the soaking earth. It has been so damp here, so there is a fire on but we have plenty of firewood left over from the winter so it doesn’t bother me so.
The mercury hasn’t dipped below 0 for the past week or two – I have planted our potatoes, kale, onions, rutabaga and all kinds of random flower seeds. I’ve transplated some chives and rhubarb and echinacea. I even broke up the root of a comfrey plant and stuck two pieces of it elsewhere – they are already coming up! My hope this year is to make lots of comfrey fertilizer teas for my plants and young trees.
Oh, there isn’t much to share in way of gardening photographs! Outside, although the smell of damp earth is intoxicating and there is a little bit of green finding it’s way up, up up – it is still mostly shades of brown and grey. I have a feeling that in the next week all of the buds will burst. The surrounding landscape will remain muddy until the fields have been planted but at least the trees will soon breath again.
The life that I’ve spotted gleefully includes, lupins planted last summer, echinacea, poppies, sedum, a thousand maple trees (I think I’ll pick 10-20 to come up), some chestnut, rhubarb, catnip and roses. Some of the garlic has also begun to crest the straw. Inside, I have tomatoes, peppers and flowers galore! Chamomile, Hollyhocks, Marigolds. I imagine an old fashioned garden full of fairy tale flowers. Someday, I hope to have the property completely enclosed by trees and shrubs and inside an oasis of flowers.
Goodbye and Blessed Bealtaine! The sun is actually here! I watched a really wonderful movie on Netflix Yesterday called “Dare to be Wild” (I may have been crying for most of the film) and then continued to listen to Mary Reynolds speak in a podcast. I highly suggest, she is amazing!
I wish I could leave you with the sound of our chimes! I’m sitting in the sunroom, windows open wide listening to the birds (I wrote burds and it made me laugh) and the gentle chimes. It’s cold and there is a fire on, but I don’t really care. Perhaps I’ll try to post it on my instagram stories, I feel a strange sense of completeness hearing them.