Back in the past tense of last month I still differentiated between "bad" and "good" days. On one of the last categorically bad days that I had I realized grim times indeed had arrived. I did what I'd been avoiding since this entire pandemic nightmare began. I bought something over the internet specifically to make myself feel better. Didn't try to dress it up/rationalize/turn it into some kind of metaphor or any other thing. I felt crappy. I bought something in a way that provides a sense of immediate gratification with the extra treat of pleasant anticipatory expectation, and immediately felt better. There's a term for that about which I have so many thoughts/opinions/feelings I'll just write about it in a more formal way. Let's just stick with these amazing fabulous socks that I'm currently wearing and they are indeed a thing I like about this day so far.
They were overpriced and so I did some of what the internet calls Shoe Math to make both numbers and justification match up so it squared for me. [editor's note: these aren't the only pair of socks I bought while so absolutely ripshit angry at Jared Kushner (again) that the only remotely constructive/stabilizing thing I could think to do with my logic-brain's impotence in the face of very powerful Cancerian emotional surging was to buy colorful overpriced but ecologically responsible socks.] When they arrived and I put them on my feet they said "worth every penny thank you so much." So I in turn said thank you to PTB/cosmic grace and my privileged white lady half who said "ENOUGH I am getting those socks I keep looking at!!!" Oh yeah. I'm so pissed as hell at this point I'm out there buying things I don't need just because the little girl in me stills wants the kind of stuff she never had. Reality and previously established personal/structural underpinnings are sufficiently broken down for me to feel treacherously close to bone level Self here in the land that outright refuses to stop sparkling. So much for prologue in the name of keeping it real. Please enjoy my MUCH enjoyed 8 a.m. walk around with the DSLR.
gah. so hard to pick favorite flowers for me. but morning glories are right up there. This is the Venice Blue variety. One of my favorite things about morning glory design is the way color (and in single color flowers, color sheen level) emphasizes the five way axis in an elongated star shape. I mean I see that up close in real life and I swoon.
Gah again - but maybe exponentially. Look at that one streak of cobalt and a few paint-drop kinda watered down blue circles in the lower left quadrant. Don't know if this is a sport of Venice Pink or Venice Blue once again. Look at the vibrant rain soaked buds and leaves. But now if you were in the garden with me when I took the pictures, your shoes, socks and feet would have become soaked as well. I saved the upscale new pair for my return to the house and the rest of the day. They are tres fab.
We have not been mowing walking paths in the field (or any of the lawns) because our mower has been out of commission. So has everyone else's apparently. The Guy only came to pick up ours for the actual repairs yesterday. This makes our property a wealth for summer/autumn cusp wildcrafting.
We have been inundated with rain for a few days (it is so frustrating not to be able to send it out to the west coast ... !!!) again and so I'll need to re-hill the leeks. You can see they're getting more leek-like. Am going to add a scant layer of the lobster compost before adding more top soil.
lifetime resident of our front door until the glass goes up and Spider-roomie comes in until spring. Sometimes the spider is waiting for someone to open the door, right at the edge of the screen. My other cat didn't favor using this door to go in and out - she just liked it open at all times (and in all seasons if she'd had her druthers) so she could sit directly in front of it and Keep Track. Mama's only interest in/relationship to doors is exiting and entering. So that's when I first noticed the spider waiting right at the edge. And thought "Oh maybe it will go out if I wait an extra minute" and then thought "OH it was probably waiting for something to happen so it would have that opportunity. The spider understands humans."
Seasonal shifts in the field garden! When I came out to greet the morning glories (see below) I interrupted some goldfinches who were scavenging what remains of the thistle seed. I silently told them I wouldn't stay long and I didn't.
The morning glories started blooming as soon as the last band of rain, and t-storms, hit the pike. I knew it and also knew I wanted the flowers' medicine spirits to be part of the co-creative mix on its own terms before I went out to greet them on mine. Specifically: years and years ago in my very early 20's I read a book (and don't remember which book it was where I read this) about magical gardening. That wasn't quite where I was at but it was the closest thing and so for years I read books about that and Findhorn-related/deva-based gardening experiences of others. That kind of was where I was coming from if we overlook all the all-to-human underpinnings of "findhorn" and it's resulting community and ongoing evolution. But being me I couldn't do that. So I just started wingin' it. The book I recall without remembering its name talked a LOT about inter-flower/inter-plant relationship. What the individual plants needed from each other in order to ground and center the right kind of environment for magical working(s). Morning glories are essential for guarding against/banishing/diluting the impact and infiltration of a dark/negative forces. This seems like a good practical element to embrace for flower alchemy, right? And growing the highest possible quality herbs and food crops. So okay. Morning glories have always been in the field since the garden's second season because GrandPa Otts seeds hitched a ride from the odd place.
So the basic energetic/vibrational purpose of Morning Glory was fulfilled. GrandPa Otts flowers are such deeply cosmic sentient beings (and also hardy self-sowers) that there's really no need for anything else. Last year, I hardly noticed any Grandpa Otts in the garden. So once we put up the part of the fence that ran north to south with an eastern face, I added a packet of the seeds to my last Kitchen Garden seed order of the season. I thought. Until I dreamed I had unsuccessfully repressed my first language-based response to viewing the successfully erected fence. This needs morning glories. plenty of 'em. Ordered three more varieties - the ones I'd dreamed of wishing I had a place to grow back in early January. We all know about being careful with that stuff, right? And yet still we wish. So because I suddenly did have a place for them I ordered both the Venice Blue and Pink and also Flying Saucers and a packet of Mixed Japanese series varieties that I will definitely grow under lights in the future.
They all got in the ground super later. SUPER late - third week of June - because in between my first and second order this seed company was quoted in a Wall St Journal article about the sharp uptick in consumer interest in food crop gardening. YA THINK? So they talked to three companies - two of which I had already knee-jerked my way to post haste before a larger group of gardening "everybodies" woke up to what was comin' down - about how this was affecting both their bottom line and production/turnaround schedules. The Kitchen Seed spokesperson said they were there and responsive but running 2-3 weeks behind. By the time I was morning glory seed shopping there was a big banner at the top of the site that said a month to five weeks. I'm right up the road and normally takes 2 posting days tops. It took the five full weeks this time. So they all got a late start but are now coming along with strong verve beyond the Japanese series species which are struggling and sulky. The intentionally planted GrandPa Otts are just now showing bud node growth. Farther along the fence line there's a few multi-branched self-sown vines blooming beautifully.
In the sunlight and then again in the rain I gave my place here a chance to be and do whatever there is that doesn't require human hands, feet, or perception. This isn't always easy but I've done it since we came here because it was the next logical and necessary way for me to level-up in terms of my life-long quest/desire to merge with natural intelligence. I've been so focused on being a cog in a wheel that it's taken everything we're all witnessing and internally experiencing and living through for me to realize it's perfectly okay to go to that garden because you don't know where else to turn and you desperately need all the things a garden gives so freely.
Gonna close out with a Pisces-driven recurring moment from my past: When he was very young (and thus I still had years and years of ovulation/menstrual cycles ahead of me and hence was often very hormonally-driven sorts of emotional during the first-bush/first gulf war years) and I was unable to not-be-emotional around him he would unfailingly comfort me with a warm touch and a soft voice. "Oh Mommy. It's okay. Tomorrow will always be tomorrow again until it isn't."