I’m in the rush of the spring work.  It always sweeps me off my feet and leaves me exhausted in the mad here-and-there. Lots of intense physical work feels good, and I love to see the garden being built, row by row, seed by seed, like a painting.

I am like a competitive athlete, always hydrating with minerals, stretching, long sleep, and eating very pure and high protein. I must or I can’t do it, day after day, each day one more mark towards the heat and bugs that make it so difficult to grow, one more day towards the slow summer when everyone is out of town or expects crispy sweet lettuce, like at the grocery store, which I won’t have.

I’m in the garden, hauling buckets, or scratching long rows to be seeded, or with my planting knife wallowing close to the earth, thinking about the story of when the Aesir paid the dangerous Jotun named Utgardsloki a visit. Thor was offered to wrestle with an old woman, who slowly pushed him to the ground and crushed him – to his horror, as he was trying to show off. The old woman turned out to be Time, which conquers all. Me and my planting knife and my rattling buckets here, wrestling against time….