On the Subject of Spring
Letters From a Young FarmerA doula friend of mine once told me that death among older people reaches its peak this season. Another year on this earth? No thank you, they say and pass on. It takes energy for things to grow. All the work, that pollen, that makes us sneeze and Itch.
This weekend, after hours of rainfall in Christos Valley, Will went out into the garden of éla. Surrounded by wild radishes, blue pimpernels, buttercups and the big leafy mallow, he listened to the sound of thousands of honey bees buzzing, hard at work, pollinating their way through a Saturday afternoon.
Several hives found the wild flowers, he texted me. He could hear them from metres away, they were enchanting and everywhere. I asked him to take a video. It’s impossible to capture this sound, he replied. The feeling is everything.
Just for you, he texted, a few minutes later with a video. I laughed when I saw, because he was right. Nothing can really capture the ephemeral nature of spring, of growth moving, of listening to that ever-present sound of honey bees hard at work.
In my days in the garden last week, stalking the bees buzzing, I’ve discovered lovely little stories I’d like to share with our community. I’m turning over stones and finding a new wellspring of plants + wildflowers I’ve never even heard of.
So in celebration of the spring equinox, for the next few weeks, I’ll be digging deep into the soil and unearthing the funny and brilliant world of plants, both near and far.
To spring!
Tess