In a follow up to yesterday’s rambling about gardening and reading the future, today has been mighty productive.
In giardino
Eager to enjoy some outdoors time, I put on the layers and headed out just at midday. The air temperature is about 32 F; mostly clouds and a pretty steady wind at 10 mph. The first thing I see are the low bush blueberries on the little hill. Meadow hay covers about half of their branches. Oh! I usually bundle them up by Christmas day. Into the shed I went to surround them with the last of the mulch, burlap wrap and tied by string. Here’s the before and after photos. They are deep in dormancy and need some protection from cold and wind. This pile looks like a great escape for country mice. A nice shelter close to the bird feeder!
The blueberries love a heavy feed of organic matter in the early spring. Sometime around April, hopefully, the burlap will be removed and gradually, the hay. In late May, I’ve got to remember to check for gypsy moth caterpillars. For some reason, the pests love to feast on the middle shrub. They get on the others but two years ago, almost completely defoliated the middle one. Last summer, they came back and got going again. There’s a spray I use to knock down the killers but it’s got to go on when they are seen swinging in the wind, not when they are full size chomping away at the tender green leaves. The leaves have returned but the plant cannot survive this type of attack and regrowth in one season too often. The heavy feeding has produced some yummy little berries the last few years.
I gave an hour and half to chopping out a layer of ice on the driveway. It’s about an inch thick and unforgiving. Man is that frozen. Chip, chop and scoop it away. Made more room for another snow day. No pruning, my back and fingers got a bit sore. I had to wham away at the stuff with the ice chopper and shovel.
I know it’s time to go in when I get either cold feet or a shiver. I had a mild combination of all those signs when I quit.
Past, Present, Future
Instead of just pulling cards randomly, I made a ritual out of reading the tarot today. The cards were surrounded by blooming cyclamen and all the owl beeswax candles I’ve made lately. The sunshine also blessed it for several hours. Later on, here’s what came out when I said, past, present and future; What’s the story?
Past – Sun upright
Present – Fool upright
Wands 3 – upright
What a cool spread! Yes, in the past I enjoyed riding a horse, being outdoors, and giving into the pleasure of sunshine and sunflowers. Life was good
The Fool! To me, this card says it’s okay to daydream and look forward to new horizons, but look where you are going fool, else you’ll fall right off the ledge.
Wands Three – A card of maturity and again, looking towards a bright horizon. A gaze fixed on boats in the harbor sailing away. I’m not on them. But, look at the staffs beginning to sprout leaves.
This spread is auspicious and talks about joy, carefree days and leading the way.
Blessings on such a winter’s day.
January 4 it is. By my side, forsythia blossoms are bright yellow on their cut stems. All the pruning late December. I saved stems and hoped for this gift. Pure yellow tender flowers that no bee will visit. Some buds have three flowers! Little four petaled stars. No fragrance comes forth. Out the window, all is piles of melting snow.
Today, I made a little owl beeswax candle. It’s so lovely to have these charmers around the house. This one has someone’s name on it. The person is kind inside and out. She gives and is happy with just that. This token of thanks will hopefully be accepted. I am grateful for attention freely given.
This summer has been an enjoyable revival of an old love affair with the outstanding band Queen. The film, “Bohemian Rhapsody” shook loose the fondest memories. “Killer Queen” came on the radio just when I entered the teen years. Every year, they had a new single. Every song carried their sound, their grit and their soul. The “Bicycle Race” was fun. I loved the ching-ching of a European bell. Not many bands had the gravitas to put out something so not a pop song. The imagery was priggish. As a young feminista, it was actually quite appalling .
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