like the ancestors before me,
i make a living tender the earth:
i believe gardening should be taught in public school. a real education.
the children squat and find the best rocks to pound acorns. (tool use, discovery, wild food, problem solving, self-directed activity, production in acorn crushing destruction. much enjoyed. 🙂 )
i’m here, watching spring come with these kids– we plant seeds and seeds and seeds. (experimentation, reading seed packets, food literacy, self-sufficiency, prolonged care for plants, new confidence.)
yesterday my love and i hunted amanita velosa, a spring delicacy– a true morsel holding the sweetness of spring. like the wish that was made we found them. i wanted to spend more time with the mushroom. and now i realize it was the key to my dreams: raising my children in the wild, sharing a life with a real life earth god, planting magic.
i give thanks for this season in my life; a threshold– sunshine peeks through, sandhill cranes trill overhead making a crooked line that sweeps across the sky over the garden, washing over our newly planted seeds like a blessing. the blueberry buds shimmer on the hill like a dusting of snow. this is the place where meaning is made— this is the place that i do my work and feel nourished by blessings. hundreds of flower seeds tucked in like my dreams. these are the days. this is the way.