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In honor of My Little Spacebook’s 10th anniversary, for the next thirty-days I plan to be around here a bit more digging in to old posts, sifting through the dirt, studying the worms, planting seeds, and waiting to see what, if anything, sprouts.
Today’s dig turned over a quote I shared last fall in October Magic: Dream. Create. Inspire. Share:
“It’s very hard to have ideas. It’s very hard to put yourself out there, it’s very hard to be vulnerable, but those people who do that are the dreamers, the thinkers, and the creators. They are the magic people of the world.”
–Amy Poehler, Smart Girls: Ask Amy
These words continue to inspire me to be more mindful about what I am creating on a daily basis and to be more open to putting myself out there. On that note, today I’m sharing a bit of whimsy I added to my life this year. It combines the idea of giving yourself gold stars (from Sarah Ban Breathnach’s Simple Abundance) with the idea of tracking progress on your goals daily (from Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project). Add a bullet journal and some washi tape to the mix and Voila!
I might have gotten a little carried away with the washi tape.
My pages are presently star-studded, memory-filled, and happy-making.
7 a.m. Sunday morning.
Gardening is a never-ending labor of love I muse as I begin gearing up for the ritual. I don the white vestments, the boots, gloves, hat, glasses, and braid. Only then I am ready to meet the Mistress. I open my door to a surprised hummingbird. We regard each other a moment before she flits away. I gather supplies and materials while the wasps and bees still sleep. Time and other trappings of the world recede until there is only the dirt and the things in it, living and dead. Weeds are ripped from the earth; the worms beneath them churn wiggly and wet. Beetles and spiders run for their lives. Secret ant cities are uncovered, their nurseries revealed. The ants abandon whatever plans they had for this day to grab their babies and rush them to safety. The whole colony fights for survival in this sacred space where love, duty, and instinct meld into one indistinguishable force. Blood is spilled over the roses, a sacrifice they demand regularly as thorns prick and stick fingers through gloves. God is in Her place. All is right with the world.
There are some things you can only do with love. You will know that you have love when you do one of them. –Walter Anderson
July & August Garden Goals
- Plant the seeds for the fuzzy pink flowers in the front bed and containers.
- Split and replant zinnias.
- Prep the raised beds (weed and add compost).
- Plant rainbow chard, musclun lettuce, kale, collard greens, arugula, and romaine in the raised beds.
- Plant oregano, cilantro, borage, bee balm, and chives in all the right places.
- Weed front flower bed, cover with weed fabric, and mulch.
- Plant garlic?
- Water, water, water
Dear Garden People of the Internet: What wisdom regarding growing garlic can you impart? The spring’s attempt did not work!
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The Garden
The cherub and the virgin Mary,
the Buddha and the garden gnome –
all the garden statuary –
talked in spring of how things grow.
Buddha said, “From compassion.”
Mary said, “The Lord above.”
Gnome replied, “It must be magic.”
Cherub sighed, “It must be love.”
And it rained then
in the garden
and they all stood ’round
and witnessed in stillness
and listened to that lovely sound.
And St. Francis in the corner
spoke up the gathering.
“Peace,” he said is most important,
“Peace for all the living things.”
And the stars burned,
and the earth turned,
and the sun shone down.
And they knew then in the garden
Life was stirring in the warming ground.
And St. Frances stood entranced
as Cherub watched beguilded.
Gnome’s hands laid on his sharp spade.
Mary gave thanks
and Buddha smiled.
–Peter Mayer
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