A Parting

A quick walk through the garden this morning….  This was my most beautiful summer garden, full to the brim with flowers and herbs, rambling vines, beautiful fruits, sweet corn and sorghum, sweet potatoes and cassava.  It is at the turning point, when the sunflowers have started to shrivel up and it becomes jungly. In this…

Solstice – Birth and Barley

Erce, Erce, Erce  Mother of all good green growing things. May the barley grow tall and shine like gold. May the milk flow in rivers, And the cattle grow fat in the marrow of their bones. Let the pastures grow tall and be filled with flowers, And the fruit trees be leaning and laden. May…

Empty

Storms are coming through again. The weather turned sticky hot and then freezing again, not unusual in this strange climate where winter means windy battles of heat and ice.  Anticipating the rain last week, I sowed by hand 315 lbs of rye, clover, and radish seeds all over the pastures.  It took me until after…

Women and the Land

I’ve been thinking lately,  and one idea I have dwelt on quite a bit is the connection between women and the land.  Not long ago (and in some places even now)  women were seen merely as property, a form of wealth and resources.  We generally like to think those days are in the past.  All…

Blooming

Since the first frost that killed the last of the summer zinnias,  there have been no flowers in my garden. In the fall I seeded snap dragons, chrysanthemums, linaria, and poppies. They have grown slowly between the hard frosts, at least bringing the green of plant life to the empty flower beds, but no flowers, …