The bee

Waved his little arm at me on a sunflower - is it a friendly wave or a “um, your’e too close buddy”. I watch for awhile, let go the stalk and move on to watering duties. What do I want to plant here? This is a fantastic question to ponder because it will make all the difference. You reap what you sow so the bible tells in more stories than one. I want produce that I can ferment - so not loads of leaves - unless cabbages. I want flowers and wild, alive system. I have this story that it’s going to take me years to understand how the earth works here. And Kath’s advice is: soil, soil, soil - smell it, touch it, get to know the intimacies of each patch - and she says: plant in your best soil - great advice too. Add: what do I want to sow + plant in the best soil for great results. Then gently add nutriment to the musty soils - sounds simple enough but I am still in the phase of just walking all the paths I’ve re -cut - just trying to listen to what the garden wants as well as my desires for it. And today she seems to indicate: “cut me down - compost the fuck out of me and plant your hearts desires”. We are about to enter a new moon - or just have - and so time to map this sucker out and throw my punches as best I can - everything is forgivable - mistakes are remake-able. And I wonder what on earth we: Grá and Aroha can plant in the fermenting soil of us? The past ten months of trying to concoct a workable plan is unworkable. We hold each others faces and begin to wonder - and if its like anything so far - it will be more stretching and surprising than anything before. I heard great happiness in your body last night - these arriving’s are new - they signal to me that the hard work of garden preparation has been done and we can choose to plan something beautiful.