The area to the mid-right in your viewing orientation hints at a pivotal area J cleared for me yesterday afternoon. I'm both happy and grateful plus a little bit in shock but in a very good way. Over the winter I hoped to get this far but one never knows how that will go beyond inner visions or lack thereof. Now I'll have the necessary space for planting most of what I was picturing when making my seed order choices. This doesn't always pan out (understatement) but when it does the achievement can lend a festive celebratory air to mundane and repetitive tasks that must be done as thoroughly and mindfully as possible.
It was very good medicine to be out there mingling with all the rest of everything while also asserting myself as a gardener I didn't know how to be until I had a deepened sense of the space. And equally deepened understanding of what was already there. This season the very name evolving sanctuary has taken on greater meaning and ongoing relevance. Despite/because of how crazy busy this next chunk of time will be in the task upon task sense I've been making a point to actively spend time just-being within the garden's sensory and energetic embrace. quietly sitting on the ground near an especially favorite plant just as I have since early childhood.
Today I realized there's space for a camp chair there in the garden-within-a-garden. A small overgrown patch of grass that I just started cutting as a place to walk amongst the developing plantings. Am beyond grateful our various garden-related projects are coming together in their own unorthodox fashion. That pleasant/encouraging happenstance is keeping me in touch with how much a garden gives, constantly, by way of solace and deep-space dreaming. Re-membering the core of soul's self. Maybe it's collective - that core - in radiant light as well as underbelly darkness?
While J's finger has healed I've been experiencing a stretch of time in which my muscles ached and burned so much I didn't do much gardening beyond dreams and a loosely woven series of plan b, c, and d planting options if J couldn't spare the time to do what he did.
From a different angle you can see how this piece of clearing work was a final link of sorts. The imaginary sight line angles I've had trouble explaining with words are now able to explain themselves because they're beginning a rudimentary form of actualization. The garden feels loved again. In the way a gardener does love their spaces of work, worship, and well-ness.
Am going to plant a [modest] mass of the white African foxgloves I started in my basement greenhouse. They reach 5 -6 feet in height and i think they'll be a nice eye-resting foil for whatever combo of Sunflowers I'm able to successfully sow. So far my efforts have been thoroughly ransacked. Glad I didn't get my heart set on making the sunflower house happen. Fingers crossed. Should have started some seedlings under lights in the basement a few weeks ago. Next year perhaps I will. Ditto zinnias.
Yet another angle of the newly cleared space. Will weed-out the goldenrod, chocolate mint, etc. from in front of the Siberian Iris. As you can see I added some additional top soil. That's all I had juice for because I needed to keep as much reserve energy as possible for Fence Day today. Tomorrow I'll add the lobster compost conditioner and twist-mix everything together with my pitchfork. Dig the additions in deeper and see if I need to add any more top soil.
It was a good day to manifest the critical foundation level of a goal I knew I wasn't physically strong enough to achieve on my own. Today J is sore from various forms of hustling yesterday. So a slow start to the day's activities is giving me a chance to catch up on laundry as well as getting this entry posted.
Behind the two milkweeds in the center of the above image you can see another freshly mulched spot where J dug-out the largest clump of assorted opportunist plants that's been clogging the evolutionary corridor. Asked him to do that first in case he decided the larger section would take too much time away from fence prepping in the field. But he was up for doing as much as possible on such a picture perfect day. Hence the stiffness and current napping on the couch.
There are a few smaller clumps at the other (front) end of the bed that I can handle on my own. Lots of additional wild strawberry runners and some baby yellow docks that are still young enough to get the roots out intact when you pull them just-so. Will inter-plant what's there with lemon bergamot and hopefully sunflowers occasionally punctuating everything else.
buzzkill alert: chagrined to see cucumber beetles copulating like mad on the datura leaves. Let's hope the neem will help.