Yesterday afternoon J and I got the first piece of our garden fence erected. He'd suggested this after I announced this past weekend as an ideal time to get our tomato plants in the ground. I had not suggested it because there are all kinds of other ways I'm obliged to tweak his sense of doing things as he feels things ought to be done just so we can get them done. And so there we were. Figuring it out based on J's formulated ideas morphing into a few degrees of winging it.
Don't have to say, as I often do, that I took direction well. It was more a morphing physical and mental process of my own. The fence was like doing yoga in tandem with an energetically and physically oppositional Force. Intuitively I understood a form of movement practice I've never experienced. Just knew how to be with it - moving only as need be and focused in an almost binocular way on Jim's task of tacking the fence gauge to the wooden posts. He also created half of something I call a temporary gate-fold right where the fence gate will be.
Through all of this I literally shouldered the fencing's weight in the place he'd asked me to stand. This took me places I've never been/seen/imagined before. Just in terms of learning what my body's capable of at an intuitive level right there in the moment. If I hadn't focused on that specific slant I might have spent most or even all of the time making a silent mantra out of i can't do this. Having accomplished most of the best so far all the while telling myself I couldn't accomplish diddly - well. I thought with everything else that's changing and re-arranging itself in these times I'd upgrade and discard as many I can't programs as possible.
Shallots are up enough that they must have a bit of topsoil hilling provided by day's end. Also watering. At the moment that's kind of faraway on a list of things for doing far later in the day. Am still sore and slow from yesterday's work. J cut himself prepping vegetables last night so we'll leave the construction project off-burner for a few days while the cut heals. Can definitely get the tomatoes planted a bit at a time over the next few days. But just for today I have a single - albeit three-fold - gardening goal in mind:
This is the arrangement the plant's medicine spirit sought before the physical plants had even arrived. My brain couldn't make the jump so it stuck. I'd get to yes okay I see and I understand. It will be fine. Convince myself I felt a few molecules lighter and more crystalline. And then my brain and intentions would jump backwards.
it wasn't so much I balked at the direction. Was my ingrained attachment to planting in Groups of Threes. I traced the roots of this - the way they traveled almost endlessly back to the neighbor lady who allowed me to become a fixture in her garden when I was four years old. Our relationship and her tutelage developed throughout the next decade.
always plant your tall mainstays in groups of three.
The larger co-creative theme of this growing season is definitely sacred pairings. This has been confirmed in emails from my vibrational/energetic/intuitive gardener's network. Sacred pairings have shown up in other ways as well. This isn't about moving numerology forward it's about getting the duality of polarity held in balance right in the here and now. Or so it seems.
eta: as of early afternoon I've planted two of the three pairings. am anticipating no problem getting the third pair done after a bit of rest. Oak pollen is swirling all around and I wound up leaning into an allergy caplet. Third such choice in the past eleven days.
additional edit: J has in fact got the proper fence clips. He explained some other Thing involving a tool he doesn't have but has since discovered he doesn't need. For reasons he has definitely explained but I don't remember specifics. Seems like there's so much to keep straight about this garden enlargement and all the many different Things it's proving to involve. Plus there have been snafus aplenty as with anything you suddenly decide must be done three months before everything involved needs to function.
Mainly it boils down to everything happening at a slower pace with plenty of cogitation in between. What is happening is good and a very positive hint at how total enclosure might feel from the inside. Had been a bit concerned the space surrounded by wire would feel cut-off from the established field energy. But nothing of the sort occurred. This time of year J. stops mowing around the fire pit. Many of the medicinal herbs I wildcraft for tinctures, blended herbal teas, and oil infusions grow there.