- ▼ 2015 (11)
|looking south from the annual flower field on a chilly winters day |
It has been several seasons since I have blogged. And it seems that I can only really carve out this time in the quiet hours of night when everyone has gone to bed. I embrace winter. For all the months we are working our bodies, sweating, baking in the sun, reaping what we sow, winter is the exact opposite. We are right around the quarter holiday of Imbolic which means we are between winter solstice and spring equinox. Tradition was to make note of what things one would want to be seeding in the spring. It is also the time for cleaning out the old and bringing in new energy. I have been doing this almost instinctually and when I learned more about the holiday I realized maybe we are all more in sync with the rhythms of the earth than we give ourselves credit. We are relieved and happy to have placed all our seed orders. There is so much joy in the mail carrier delivering another package of seeds that our 2 year old son Quehanna excitingly picks up and carries to his mama with a big smile. There is so much in a packet of seeds. Life stored and waiting for the right conditions to grow. Even with all the planning we can do indoors, there is so much mystery that unfolds when things start to grow.