Green starts
I’ve been reading about radishes and raspberries, about how they grow and how to help them. It’s astounding, of course. A little soil, a little water and light. Life.
Amazing thinkers and tinkerers have husbanded horticulture. They’ve wived its life, accompanied its becoming. They’ve learned ph preferences and nourishing tricks — all to which I applaud and marvel and swim in overwhelm.
But it all hangs on the green seed. On what it does. On who created it to do so.
Green starts.
Green grows.
Grace abounds.
What joy there is in wifely watching.
Now for a more specific garden journal entry.
This week the rains came from a tropical storm. We worried that the seeds might float away. We worried that the soil Dee trucked in and we lovingly scooped into the raised beds would dissolve into a muddy soup.
Henlee and I were away, so Aaron planned to run out with a tarp if necessary.
All good. :)
Dreaming of cold frames, berry bushes, compost bins, lacto-fermentation, and a village to teach me the ways.