Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Bedtime

If you asked me, even five years ago, what my favorite seasons were, the answer would have been a triumphant exclamation of the wonders of all that is summer.  Not so much anymore.  

Seasons are necessary and are a reflection of our own life process.  Without calm and still, there can be no excitement and activity. 

Winter seemed to me to be the most horrible time of year.  The cold, the snow, the messiness of slush and ice...  

But think of seasons as a reflection of each and every day that we are given.  Spring is like the morning.  You awaken to the beauty of all that is around you and the newness of what the day may bring.  Summer is mid-day when the fruits of your work day burst forth and are available to sustain you.  Fall is the evening, when the day slows and you are able to ponder what you accomplished and admire all that you were able to put aside for the future.  And winter, well, everyone functions best when given adequate sleep in order to rejuvenate your soul and your body.  

This past weekend, we spent some time tucking in the gardens for their winter sleep and prepping the barn, chicken coop, and bee hives for the sleepy cold time that is rapidly approaching.  

There is beauty, mystery, and necessity in each of these seasons...the same as the seasons of our life.

And even in the death that is part of the transition to winter, there is beauty.  

The asparagus is decked out in the colors of the winter holiday and begs to be admired.



The droopy dried heads of marigolds in the lavender bed hold the promise of lovely flowers next year.  I took a few seed heads and scattered the seeds amongst the lavender plants.  Deep purples and bright yellowy-orange will be a cheerful sight when in full bloom.


Two beds chock full of garlic cloves are ready for a long slumber in anticipation of blessing me with bulbs bursting with flavor to be incorporated into the meals that will feed our bodies.


The fallen leaves act as nature's down comforter for the garlic beds.  Sleep tight my little Allium sativum,  I will see you in the early summer.





















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