The world in the garden has consumed me now for the last three months, inside and outside. The emotions and excitement of planning and anticipating give way to the emotions of planting and preparing, then comes the emotions of tending and completing. It is the same process the Soul circles as it finds the next insight of its evolution and dives in to see what all there is to see within.

Summer is just beginning for us here in Maine and the preamble to it has been as exciting as the thoughts of warm nights under the stars and blue skies and precious days to be in the fresh air. I will relish these months of Summer probably more than I have since a child. This time will take nothing from the beauty and coziness of winter, but this will fill me with memories of a life well lived.

We have brought to ourselves this year more that will nourish us with play and atmosphere. Our garden sprung forth in perennials that amazed us all. Our Angelica is as tall as most of us here, and she promises to be even more amazing in the next months. In expanding more of the woods into the garden plan, the Goddess Garden is a visual pleasure of white and lavenders.
We have claimed more of the foundation of this home by turning the soil over for food. All the vegetables we love are flourishing and will provide us juicy morsels from the dark earth.

One of the really fun things we are doing this season is keeping accurate records of what Su.Sane has started in seedlings, what company we got them from, what soil mediums used, when started, when fed, when planted, where planted This is a reclamation of a process she lived by for 15 years with her business in Kentucky, Valley Hill Herbs & Everlastings. But the last 13 years we have been keeping records of our lives, our conscious expansions in words and art. So she and I have pulled up our chairs in the blooming garden and “aaahed” with much contentment. Many more words and art and photography and textile pleasures will come from this year’s Garden Plan.

Our family will fall into this Summer time with joy and ease, and sip lemonade in the screenhouse and pick bouquets and float on the Sea of Clarity.

Sandra