We have a beautiful summer garden, once a circle I have a feeling she needed to be squared up this year. Almost counter-intuitively, or maybe it was just one more very male or organizing itches I needed to see corners or lines to a life that is changing yet again.
Together a project like this garden needed the muscle and skill set my husband has spent a lifetime doing. He’s very intimate with a shovel and being on his knees to set and lay block. There were days of manual work to turn a wintered circle into a fat square.
My part would follow though participation is something Pete always calls for; to an extent. The planning of what to plant, into what the plants or seeds would go is my part.
The separation is therapeutic. We live in 64 square feet, a garden becomes a third room (we have the Quonset for many uses, but the vardo is bedroom and main living space.) I’m pecking at letters in the dark outside at just after last light. We’ve pitched our summer tent…the purple tent, and she is another room for us expanding the breathing space and making room for serenity and PAUSE (pray, and, use, spiritual energy) before saying or doing something I will regret when life isn’t going my way.
The garden is planted, growing and wonderful. She has a frame made of recycled chicken wire, old garden shed parts, green twine woven like netting over branches of Alder and Cedar prunings. There are two gate one small one fat.
Nature, Aina and this quote from Aunty Lynette Paglinawan keep us stitched together when we aren’t
“Aloha is the bottom line.”
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