I love cobalt blue. biennial Italian Alkanet blooms are the very essence of that color and so I fell in love with them at first sight 30 years ago. For the past few years I've failed to get them through their first summer let alone the winter hibernation they need before blooming in glorious brilliance during the solstice season of their second year. Last year I got just three very scrawny plants that far. Only two returned.
The larger and far more robust of the two - pictured above - is roaring strong if small in diameter. It produced five flower stalks. This is what greeted me Sunday morning - a mad proliferation of joyously grateful flowers freshly popped in happiness. I feel certain it was in part a response to the previous day when I was called to create a fresh iteration of this flower essence for the Sparkling Lotus repertory. At first I balked as I thought the temps of the rising sun would be too hot for the flowers. But in the end their calling prevailed and I had a palpable sense of appreciation from the plants on the following morning. Have been walking a bit above ground ever since. [and don't worry. I've since staked and tied the branch properly.]
The plant's electrical flower medicine signature focuses most strongly in the fourth and fifth chakra range. The key word in that sentence would be focus. Of both visual and in-sight-full natures. One of the key components of the SL classic synergy Red R[evolution]. A bit later I was also called to prepare a re-boot of the amazing Lady's Mantle/Cathedral Quartz blend that's attuned to this time rather than the pre-Katrina summer 2005. And then the next day -
One of the upsides of having little to no rain for the last few weeks: the number of red clover micro-harvests I've been able to make. Every day I make the rounds - harvest roughly a fifth of the freshest blossoms available on any given day. This is what I've determined to be my fair share - taking into account what I know we need year-to-year and then a bit extra to share. And then, when it's a good harvest year, also reserving yet a bit of extra-extra for experimentation and unforeseen happenstance. By the week's end all my available small-scale drying baskets were filled. I had to resort to pinch-hitting with my great-grandfather's painted (it's a clump of daisies) china platter.
Using it for practical medicine making purposes, especially during the solstice weekend, gives everything a ceremonial flair. I would have held it in my open palms, like ladies on ancient urns and vases, but I'm an extraordinarily clumsy person. and I don't want to break this platter or any part of my body during a reflexive but ultimately ill-advised effort to save it.
So far I've put up a quart plus an additional pint and a half. This is plenty for our family's needs including the all important (to me anyway) smidge of extra. Additional harvesting (which is only going to last another week or so - presuming we get the thunderstorms predicted for tomorrow as 85% likely.) will be set aside for tea blends intended as gifts. Gonna be optimistic and say people will [all/hopefully most] be willing and able to receive such wellness tokens.
Shortly before the Solstice sunset I smelled the unmistakable scent of a freshly bloomed gardenia flower. The potted bush who has been a stalwart companion for 14 years had put out a single flower from a small branch I'd planned to remove once the rest of the bush was through blooming.
this is something for you to have.
There were a few leaves, and I'd apologized to them, but there was NO bud on that tiny branch when I announced my intent to prune it away. Had there been, obviously, I would have made no such announcement. It seemed the bush wished me to have one of its flowers as part of the pruning process. I took the antique perfume bottle vase to my nightstand and the flower's perfumed my sleeping dreams since.
Also of note - J will be starting a new job next Monday. The past two weeks or so leading up to that announcement have been fairly intense. But now I can see the way it's shaking down as rather perfect timing wise. We just got the garden fence task completed yesterday and this afternoon he's constructing the gate. He'll spend the rest of the working week getting acquainted with new hardware, work protocols, etc.
Meanwhile I went out & about this morning on day two of MA being further opened. Had a personal errand to run and thought I might add a stop at the liquor store between here and there. Am concerned I don't have enough for the flower essence repertory's needs. At the beginning of the season I bought two 12 jar cases of half pint bottles. Figuring that was more than enough for an optimistic projection of what I'd need for mother stock storage.
I have just 6 remaining and it's only the third week of June.
also of note that's HUGE from a gardening perspective: Yesterday J got a four-way splitter for the back spigot. Prior to this I've been hauling water here there and everywhere not reachable by hoses attached to the Y-splitter. In plastic gallon jugs, two at a time. This got the job done at a bare-minimum level. I felt zen af and also as pure-living as I seem likely to get but the seemingly endless process of it also hurt my body tremendously. J says he's been watching in disbelief "the way you hustle out there."
The faucet by the side of my garage bay is unusable for now and so the back spigot ultimately irrigates the field and evolving sanctuary. Prior to last night I'd need to wrest the hose across the driveway to clean and freshen the bird bath plus water the strips by the mudroom porch. BUT. yesterday J also got a separate hose for the deck and not-quite-a-patio container garden. This year it has an additional extremely inelegant but equally true to my south jersey girl roots annexation of lawn space.
This morning's errand went smoothly and I did not encounter anything disturbing, ill-advised or downright bone-headed along my way. Had planned to make a second stop at the liquor store since I might need more brandy for preparing individual usage stock bottle strength for distribution. But there weren't any cars in the parking lot or lights on in the store. Automatically assumed there'd been somebody there with covid but who knows.
news and the deteriorating homunculus not yet taken away and tended to and so much unrest unleashed with careless disregard -- rising numbers on infection in a whole new group of specific places where I know and love people. I have not grieved with any true conviction for the first group. Working very slowly on articulating the shock factor of unplanned release. Very different plans being made in the Italian cases.
Yesterday J played me a beautiful song he wrote in response to the death of a friend's mother. Today I asked if he'd made a file I could listen to because it's so moving to me in a way that's ultimately uplifting and hopeful. We listened to it and I gave it my breakdown of highlights/glowing review and then he told me of the influence. Don't know what he has planned for words. But the melody line is lovely.
[just looked in on the gate making project. J was in the process of getting the braces fixed into position. No way can we carry it out to the field together. It'll have to go in the back of his truck. There's been so much intentional gardening and harvesting this year. It's equally magnificent and boggling to parse.]