A weekend in the garden with a bit of beach, community music and friendship tossed in for balance.
Working in the garden is like spending time in my place of worship. My hands dig in and I notice the beauty of the world evolving at my fingertips; budding, blooming and in decay.
Always returning: nothing wasted, everything purposeful.
As with all years the harvest is a bit of a mixed bag but mostly I'm ok with that.
My practice is 1 hour a day in the garden, usually early morning: that's what I can give it for now, 1 hour a day.
With spurts of more and lulls of less through the seasons.
The girls also help a bit with growing the food they eat.
With that, from the garden we are eating potatoes, beans, cucumbers, tomatoes, corn, cabbage, mesculin, herbs, carrots, zucchini, lettuce and basil right now. We've had our first homegrown apples since we moved here and have a few strawberries still holding out.
This year's garlic harvest will get us through the year well. Tick. Garlic is essential don't you think?
Once again our beetroot is ridiculously meager, the peppers were a downright failure, our potato harvest is average and my new tomato staking plan never really got off the ground which has left many of my tomatoes plants languishing on the ground.
Oh and did I mention the kale. Loads of kale. Always the humble kale. A staple here all year round.
After a few weekends away Summering it up with friends, it was just the right medicine to be at home in the garden clearing, maintaining and harvesting.