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Tag Archives: Soil
harvest home – October 28
10.28 full moon cool night, frost dusting across long languid farm field hills, stubble filled now, while mother earth begins her fallow rest. along the way steam rises from the yet warm soil, first winter’s chill shifting into gear, … Continue reading
pulling out summer’s weeds – September 27
9.27 pulling out summer’s weeds, crop, mixed veggies, to free the soil for a winter breath. the soils roil and roll, sift and smother, indentations marking where the spade dives under to separate, chop, cleave, roots that cling. … Continue reading
Wasioja Seminary ruins – June 10
6.10 Limestone walls hanging from the soil eighty souls went off to fight for eyes to see the glory of the Lord, and only twenty came home. The town died. Boys we are entered in a great battle for … Continue reading
my garden exists – June 2
6.2 my garden exists for the moment I am working it, beyond which it belongs to itself. roots wriggle, dropped in seeds sprout or decay, all without me. what comes next is not really mine to claim then, I played … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, automony, creation, Garden, gardening, hoeing, nature, partners, plants, self, Soil, spirituality
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hard soil, soft soil – May 11
5.11 I was digging in the dirt today. Hoeing out the early grub of weeds In the soft soil it was easy. The hula hoe slipped beneath the surface and plucked them up like old bad done deeds. The … Continue reading
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Tagged digging, Environment, gardening, gardens, Soil, Soil Fertility and Fertilizers, spiritual growth, spirituality
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soil work – April 30
4.30 First dig in the Spring soil the weeds already deep and clinging. The hoe rips and claws beneath like a therapist at the mental toil. Uncovering, rooting out and up, until fresh earth awaits ready for the new … Continue reading
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Tagged diggning, Garden, gardening, gardens, new growth, Soil, soul work, spiritual growth, spirituality, spring, springtime
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