One day, when I grow up, I'd like to be a flower farmer. I imagine bed after bed after bed filled to overflowing with a rainbow of delight, spilling into the pathways and nodding against the blue sky. Bumblebees and butterflies and ladybugs busily going about their business, while the perfume of dozens of flowers mingles into one tantalizing scent.
In my two gardens I like to grow lots of flowers. I tuck them into all the beds and between the vegetables. I grow them for their beauty, for their scent, for their beneficial neighbourliness, and for their dyeing and medicinal properties. Sometimes they surprise me and pop up, unbidden, in the most surprising places...reminding me of how simple and how complex this passion of mine really is. Gardening really brings you close to the divine on many levels...birth and life, decay and death ` all intermingled at once, too.
I remember hearing, way back when I was young, that the world laughs in flowers. I've always held that in my heart and recall those words when I am struck speechless at the beauty that Mother Earth has created...mesmerizing indeed!
My greenhouse, in the first photo, is overgrown and neglected...abandoned for a few weeks. After a half hour of weeding, I discovered some treasures growing amidst the weeds...cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, flowers, and lots of basil.
These past few weeks, as we reclaim our gardens with vigour and with relief, we are...
...eating ~ cucumbers, tomatoes, basil, peppers, potatoes, onions, garlic, cabbage, kale, greens, and carrots
...building ~ more raised beds, more shelving in our root cellar, and more fences
...cleaning ~ our root cellar in anticipation of bigger harvests in the weeks ahead...as well as buying in bulk the food available right now (corn, carrots, parsnips, cabbage, beets, onions) to store for the winter
...preparing ~ more peaches (20 L finished, 25 L left to go!), plums, tomatoes, chutneys
...drying ~ basil, kale, mint, and various wildcrafted herbs from around our gardens
...gathering ~ dye plants for yet more wool
...dreaming ~ of sheep, next year's pigs, and more chickens...and a horse or two maybe later on
I swear I could hear the earth laughing when I was picking these ones.