I traded a handmade necklace in a trade blanket with a young friend back in the winter for these seeds. She had saved them from the previous summer. I think I got the better end of that trade. (The goldfinch and bumbler bees agree.)
Monarda
I live to walk in our garden. Rain or shine. It lures me out of bed.. wondering what is blooming, what has stretched, what is ready to leave the plant, who feeds on what? Will the zinnias ever burst? What's taking the watermelons so long to grow? Will the potatoes rot before we get them out of the ground? How does a winter squash grow so big??
Rest
Most days when I wake I hit the floor moving, doing, working.. I like this about myself and my life. I feel engaged with my life when I am busy with good things. I feel like my life has purpose when I am doing. And I am thankful for the moments of pause and wonder in a life filled with so much. Today though, it's cloudy.. and the garden is still for moment in its growing. The bee balm has opened, the tendrils on the cucumbers know where to wrap themselves, the beans are picked, and the nasturtiums stretch. This morning, I rest. I drink my coffee, watch my bird friends, and lazily knit a sweater for the fall that will soon follow today's arrival of summer.
Happy SummerSolstice
Shasta
This flower is perfectly imperfect and yet when you walk by it unless you are looking for the imperfections you simply don't see them.. only the beauty stands out..
