Happy Valentine’s Day! All hail St. Valentine who was martyred for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry and his service to Christians in Rome. Abraham Lincoln’s birthday is February 12th and George Washington’s Birthday is on the 17th. Of course the sentiment of love is in the air with an individual risking his life to join two people who have found love. And Christ is love. I left the materialism of the holidays behind many Moons ago. I eat chocolate year round and my gardens are a floral delight - in season.
Thankful for the drop in temperature however brief. It has been Spring since mid-January and as a gardener not a favorable omen. Ticks emerge sooner in the warmer weather and having had a bout with a dog tick last June, not looking forward to it. 43º and rain for the last two weeks. Maple Syrup should be flowing with freezing nights and above freezing days. Garlic should be peaking up their lovely heads. A friend of mine on Long Island said she has had flowers since mid-January. So here we go folks - the 2020 growing season is afoot! I am finishing up my seed order and as I sat before my IPad going through my seeds I had music playing and was singing at the top of my lungs, seed purchase brings me such joy! I’ve come to realize that there are those of us who are married to the land. I had a conversation with a newcomer to farming and I was discussing a fellow farmer who had been displaced three times in their farming experience and she couldn’t understand why anyone would go through so much trial. In that moment I realized that we are a tribe, a tribe of stewards who have no choice, but to find ourselves on land and develop the relationship. To plant a seed and coax it into a plant is like giving birth. Of course plants are far more resilient than a human baby, but we give them life nonetheless. I have no children so they are my babies. Hundreds year after year! Mama Earth dips and reels and as a gardener, I await the season with bated breath. We are out of the normal temperatures at least a month now, so the season has shifted ahead.
I take Winter photographs just to see when the earliest plants emerge. Some plants have new growth at the end of the season. Chickweed is one of my favorites. She is found creeping at the edge of the sidewalk.