The landscape on our little acre still looks more winter than spring. Nonetheless, I've been looking close, and see signs of onion grass, dandelion, chives, celandine, garlic, clover, plantain, butterbur, cleavers, any other rooted kin emerging. Sections of the main vegetable garden have been seeded with peas, spinach, lettuce, and beets. The chicken coop will be moved - on this fool's day - out of the main garden and into its summer space, and I'll be able to get more annual seeds into the warming earth, in between the April showers.
Nap time is over. The vernal voice says so, and confirms the message of my full-year tarot spread. ::nods:: The spread that speaks to changes on the horizon. Shifts whispered in the vernal winds of change.
Spring is here. I await the vibrant energies of the season, the greening of the landscape, the buds and blossoms that paint the world in colors missed for a full year cycle. I welcome it, and the pace that shall quicken. And the care I must take to keep up with it.
May you welcome spring. May you feel the quickening - withoutandwithin. And may you take care so the pace may nurture and sustain you.
I just love hearing about what is going on there! We seem to be stuck in the winter mode, even though the calendar says otherwise. Good luck with your garden.
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2 comments:
Such a lovely way to welcome the new season, Rosemari!
Yes, I do feel the quickening...
I just love hearing about what is going on there! We seem to be stuck in the winter mode, even though the calendar says otherwise. Good luck with your garden.
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