The weather has been holding up nicely and it was just yesterday that I hung up some Nasturtiums baskets. One of them had two plants that seem not to have had enough light, but the others are doing nicely. Sage and Rosemary got plunked outside too. It rained today and Sage seemed to have toppled a bit, but plants do have to adapt to the "real world" conditions and not always be mamby-pamby in the house! Besides, Sage was starting to have a weird growing pattern from searching for the light coming in through the patio windows during the darker days of winter. Now she'll be due for a pruning, I mean, a haircut.
Even before the final day, I start coaxing Sage that she needs a haircut. "You're not growing right," I'll tell her as I'm fussing over her, taking off any yellowed leaves, checking the soil, making sure she has enough water. Then I turn to Rosemary and say, "Yes, you seem to be growing just fine, have you seen Sage? She seems to be toppling all over the place!" Then I create this image in my mind of the scissors and I wait and see how Sage feels about that. It seems so cruel, I know.
And then the day comes, and Sage gets lopped off and you'd think something terrible had happened. Then 1 month goes by and she seems a bit better, and 2 months go by, and WOW everyone's out to look at Sage, growing so lush, and just look at those leaves and aren't those flowers stunning?!
I have to tell Sage that she'll be just fine, just wait and see, and I liken it to getting my own hair cut, sometimes it just has to be done (and I've had bad haircuts, too, believe me, the last one I got, let's just say I'm still growing it out and won't be visiting that lady again!).
All pruning, er, haircuts, aside, Borage is fairing well despite being in poor potting soil from last year. I mentioned the desire to get some compost and when the weather was so ripe, so oh-so gorgeous last weekend, I felt frustration that the person whom I needed help from was too busy at that moment. I had to wait, to bide time, to be... patient. I really wanted to plant. The seeds I sowed, so many didn't take because of the lack of nutrients and I wanted to get that soil, I just wanted, I just wanted....
I let the wanting go and said, it is as it is. When it will happen, it will happen, and when it does, it will be the right time.
Boy, after that let go, what did I see at the local mall but tons of bags of organic compost!! So close by, and the other compost I had been eyeing before was not organic, just boasting of worm castings. Well, I was plumb happy when I saw those bags, I kid you not! Don't have them just yet, and when I saw them, it again reminded me of that ID Ego that was prodding me, NOW, it MUST be NOW. Just like a 2-year old, never can wait.
I liken the world that we live in now, with its fast pace, nano-second clicking and zero tolerance for patience to be the world of the ID.
But no, it need not be now. There was no way I was going to lug 2 big bags of compost on each shoulder and walk home! Now maybe if I had a wagon with me...
But I digress. This weekend I have hopes of putting my balcony garden together. My neighbor said she will wait another week or two, as last year it snowed and her Hibiscus plant lost all its leaves and she didn't want a repeat experience. I don't see any snow in the forecast, but the weather has been rollercoaster-ish, so I can understand her perspective.
Myself, I took out the pots from the shed and plopped them onto the balcony, all just waiting for the next step (yep, compost and new seeds).
I put out the 2 large planters of Comfrey and immediately my neighbor was curious. "What does that look like again?" she asked. Describing Comfrey's flowers, I couldn't do her justice. I assured her that when she she bloomed and the butterflies would come, oh, but then all would remember Comfrey for sure!
Early Spring has arrived indeed! I noticed the first of the Dandelions have made their appearance, those savvy opportunists, beating their yellow-headed flowers against the hot bricks of buildings, soaking up the first rays of the mirrored sun. Periwinkle I also see everywhere, and the Crocuses, Narcissuses and Tulips have started to sprout.
Oh, see the newness of spring! Soon the fever will come rushing in, and that magnanimous sun will have seduced many more a-plant to beckon forth!!
Plans at work for a garden seem to have been left not in the lap of zen, but in the mind of memory. Seems boss is keen on ripping up the grass and tearing up that 10-year-long-undisturbed-brimming-with-micro-organisms-rich soil, only to then add further insult with chemical topsoil and some sort of antibiotic-caca sheep manure. It doesn't take a permaculturist to see that the hummus-rich land that has been untouched for years is ready for the planting as is, that using a simple technique as sheet mulching, all veggies and herbs would simply be effulging with the very life force that is vibrating in the soil, does it? Apparently the old ways of agriculture are the norm and such silly words as I have written are a neophyte's rantings. So be it. I'd not only sheet mulch much of the land to plant veggies and medicinal herbs, I'd let those stinky weeds such as Hawkweed, Yellow Dock, Creeping Bellflower, Dame Rocket, Dandelion and Violet have many a-field day and bequeath their glorious wonders on soil and...me!
So I let my boss do as he deems fit.
The little plot of land behind my balcony awaits my design. Will there be one? I look at the land, in the mid-day sun, and none of it touches the earth. The grass is rough in places, with earth showing through. Not a veggie patch certainly, but maybe, perhaps, just some Violets and Chickweed running amok the soil. Perhaps some Mint might not mind to spread itself around. Hm, to do so would mean not applying any mulch over the cardboard/compost, just letting the compost do the double-work of compost and mulch. How much nicer it would look with mulch...
How I long to tear down that balcony that bars sun from this earth! But then, how would I get into the house? Silly me!
I look at the land that my neighbor downstairs calls his own, such boring lawn as I have seen everywhere. Behind the shed, his and mine, are such fun plants that grow. Yes, Sow Thistles. They are so sweet, and so happy when I come and I partake of their joy. They don't like the man with the cigarette and his devil-may-care-Die! attitude as he attacks them with his weed wacker. But when they grow back, I come and visit them and smile at them and tell them how smart they are to make quick and put forth their yellow flowers. So many think Sow Thistles are such nasty, bitter things, but I don't think they've ever sat with any of them at any time, ever had a conversation with them or ever tasted of them in a green juice. And yes, they make for some tasty green juices when fruits are added!!!
Such are the rantings of mine today! Oh, sunshine, I shall continue to await with patience, that the day I may call mine shall see me sowing seeds that come beating for a heart-to-heart with you. You have won over so many other hearts, how can I not begin to tell you that mine has been lost the day I was born, eternally yours, we have never been apart, you and i...
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