Monday, March 30, 2015

Moon in Leo. Fire trines. The Show must go on.



It would be hard not to feel energetic at the moment
with so many planets in fire signs, many of them in supportive
trine with each other. Yesterday's awakening to a wintery flashback of 3"
of new snow dampened spirits only briefly while plans to view a friend's
extensive collection of unusual snowdrops appeared to be cancelled.

While the sun rose and gathered strength, I read my new, old favorite book,
The New Terracotta Gardener, by Jim Keeling. First written in 1990 and published
in a revised, expanded paperback version in 1997, 
it is the best written history of the terracotta pot that I have encountered. But that is only the beginning, for the major part of the book is photos of pots planted by leading gardeners of the time. If you need ideas for filling pots this year, here's the place to go. Everyone who loves pots must read it, though alas, it is no longer in print, and there aren't many used copies left on Amazon, so ask your older gardening friends if you may borrow theirs. Happily this author has dedicated his life to making pots in the old traditional ways and continues to do so at his pottery in Warwickshire, England. The Whichford Pottery is alive and well and thanks to this accomplished man of fire and earth his ancient craft continues with new generations of pots and their makers.

Moon in Leo and Sun in Aries along with Mars and Uranus, I knew that snow had to melt enough for those snowdrops to strut their stuff. And by noon the tour of delicate snowdrops was back on!

Magnet
 Wasp
 Spindlestone
 Daphne's Scissors
Comet


Saturday, March 28, 2015

Moon in Cancer. First quarter.
















Hamamelis 'Jelena'


All week I have been watching the earth soften. As it let go of its rigidity 
it soaked up the rain and the last snow as though deeply thirsty. 
The dry grasses and old leaves have taken on warm yellow and russet tones, 
different from the winter gray so prominent for three months now. 
The final rot of the old cycle is at work and the earth reaches up to devour it.


At dusk last night, I ran out in the drizzle, lightly stirred some soil in the potager 
and threw in some of last year's lettuce and arugula seeds. They were greedily 
gobbled up by the black dirt so eager to get started back to work. As am I.