Thursday, January 21, 2010

Signs of Spring

Winter is long and getting longer, after a brief warm up we are going back into the icy teeth of winter, but this time with a difference, the seed catalogs are here, and there are decisions to be made.
Even more than the crashing icicles that hung like overgrown stalactites from the eves, even more that the dwindling wood pile and the need to refill the coal bin, even more than the motion of the earth causing the rainbows cast by the prisms hung in the kitchen window to shine deeper into the house , the first sign of spring has arrived, in the form of seed catalogs.
From somewhere in the depths of my memory is the picture of a group of gardeners sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee and debating the merits of various new and familiar seeds, while outside icy winds blew through the still standing canes on which brussel sprouts once grew and the heads of spent golden rod bobbed along the fences, the once mighty, towering stalks of jerusalem artichokes crumpled and broken marked the spot where one of the first sampling of home grown goodness could be found. An image that warms me even in the presence of icy drafts from under the door.
I think that the makers of these catalogs know that the images they use evoke a peaceful feeling of a times past when life was very different. A time I have vague recollections of that time, and if your garden failed, you would have to spend your hard earned dollars at the grocery store. But I love those images anyway. Conjuring up rows and rows of home canned tomatoes, beans, pumpkin, berries, apples and, in some years potatoes.
Here begins my gardening year, an idea in growing now only in my mind.
"A seed is a plant in a box with it's lunch"-Last Whole Earth Catalog

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I have been watching too much TV

I have been watching TV way too much.
Watching the earthquake coverage.
I have watched reporters become rescuers,
the rescued become rescuers.
seen the earth-movers and the mass graves
wondered why the medical people left,
why the Bolivians were able to distribute food
when no one else could
wondered about Winnie's future
seen newsmen cover their anger and frustration
seen people run through the streets with coffins
seen sorrow and hope under a bright sunny sky
heard the criticisms and the praise
wept for the family of Man

Monday, January 4, 2010

I saw the moon and the moon saw me

Add ImageHere I go again, begging the readers pardon for yet another moon related post.
Winter is long and cold and boring. Over time I have learned how to find magic in the countless things I see around me.
I had hoped to see the"Icy Blue Moon" on New Year Eve, it was a relatively warm night and I went outside in the freezing drizzle many times trying to catch a glimpse. The sky had a luminosity above the tree line, but the moon remained hidden.
New Years day I went out for a very short walk, and found the stainless steel gazing ball that normally resides during the summer months in the peony bed. It must have rolled away while I was hurriedly putting away my tools and other garden decor. I picked it up and put it in the branches of an apple tree. Pleased with myself I took this picture.
Later that night I watched to catch a glimpse of the waning "Icy Blue Moon", blue moons being rare and this being rarer still, they are symbols of change and prophecy. But mostly because I wanted to see it. After I had turned out all the lights and was ready to sleep I looked one last time, there was a bright glow, and I thought to myself, "this is all I get to see, better than nothing"
The clouds thinned and cleared, there it was, I thought to grab my camera, but didn't want to look away, and just as quickly the clouds covered it up.

Silent Sunday with animals