Let the garden flourish
Yesterday, I noted that there were unmarked graves at a school in SK. Turns out, there may have been markings at one time, but an overzealous official (doublespeak for clergy) had used the school bulldozer to clean up the site. As in, erase any indications that this was a graveyard. I can’t understand any of this.
I’m not in a position to repair the past. However, now that I know just how “overzealous” some officials can be, I will bear witness. As should we all.
So, what else is happening, that is actually a sign of good will. Well, the gardening season has started. I found all the sections of our hose, and a nozzle was unearthed (sic) from beneath the front step. The flat tire on the wheelbarrow is fixed, and all those bags of expensive dirt are now deployed in the area we call our garden. Some of the recently acquired plants are in place (although I don’t foresee a strawberry harvest, this year).
Yes, it seems that we’re late, but you can’t do this sort of farming until the right conditions are met. Frost warnings are done. There’s no hurricane inbound. And did I mention the full moon? Apparently that’s important. I’m feeling a little racked, so just like other years, the garden is to be credited to herself. Seems right; I don’t get into the zucchini and beets. Or radishes.
We could easily fulfill our needs for fresh produce at the local market, we live in the country. We have the time and the land. Seems like a must, to plant and harvest.
