Food 19 Dec 2005 06:40 am
Put it under: “She Can Make Her Own…..”
Yesterday David mapped out the garden. It will be 25 x 16 feet of slightly sloping land, richly composted with leaf matter, ash, and coming soon: manure. I haven’t yet delved into what I’ll plant, other than the onions first because they are cold hardy. We put together the plans for the cold frame for starting lettuce and seedlings. Needed: two salvaged window sashes, 2 x 2.
It felt so good to be outside; I hadn’t been for most of last week. I had on my knee boots, stood in deep leaves and dirt, hung bird feeders, and took photos of all that caught my eye. Running up hill to check on my processing jars in the kitchen made my lungs full and open and alive. The tree outside my window is my newest friend, home to birds and soon a baby swing. I can’t wait to see what it looks like in spring, in summer, in fall. Bare in winter, she’s beautiful, every branch reaching up towards the light, hands open. Ever notice how a tree like that is a perfect picture of the worshiper with thier hands lifted to God? Open, vulnerable, grounded yet raised. Yes, I talk to trees…like snowflakes, like grains of sand, like fingerprints, they are all unique. This one knows things. There are signs on the bark of fire, like the inside of the shed. There are pruning scars and knots of mystery. There are low notches for child-sized feet to step into. Like the house itself, it has history, and is rough around the edges. Imperfect and crooked, just like us. I love it.
