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Getting settled into my new place has really disrupted my <\/p>\n Until then I give it the gift of my labor in creating more With Mabon fast approaching everything is beginning to wind California Falls are modest compared to those in the With that in mind today I dead-headed some roses. <\/span>With good water I think I can get them Right now arranging my new place and becoming intimate again <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Getting settled into my new place has really disrupted my writing for now. But the vegetable and flower gardens have given me a chance to reconnect viscerally with the earth, an opportunity that has been very rare for the past twelve years. I’ve made no altar or offerings to the spirits of the place yet,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[112,106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nature","category-pagan-culture"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nwriting for now. <\/span>But
\nthe vegetable and flower gardens have given me a chance to reconnect viscerally
\nwith the earth, an opportunity that has been very rare for the past twelve
\nyears. <\/span>I’ve made no altar or
\nofferings to the spirits of the place yet, but hours watering, staking flopping
\nplants, climbing into a tree to try and enable coexistence with an
\nall-devouring wisteria, and other kinds of care, some tough some not, have done
\nwonders for my peace of mind. <\/span>My
\ndays are delightfully removed from the pathology of politics. <\/span>Gardening helps put things into
\nperspective! As I get a better feel for the energies of this place I’ll build
\nan outside altar and begin building better relations with the subtler energies
\nof this place.<\/p>\n
\n<\/p>\n
\nharmony between plant, soil, and human.<\/p>\n
\ndown. <\/span>Many flowers have come,
\nbloomed, and gone, replaced by seedpods.
\n<\/span>The nighttime chill seems just a little sharper than it was earlier,
\neven during this coolest of summers.
\n<\/span>The sun is rising noticeably later and setting earlier. <\/span>The wheel is turning towards my
\nfavorite season of fall. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nNortheast, but they are long and leisurely. <\/span>I joke that fall begins in late August and proceeds one tree
\nat a time till early December.
\n<\/span>But during this time of global warming and climate change all over the
\nplace, Fall in coastal northern California is getting more spectacular. <\/span>Up here north of the Bay Area the
\nrecent shift from apples to grapes has made for luminescent Falls. <\/span>Apple trees, at least here in northern
\nCalifornia, do not have mush color, and apple orchards are relatively quiet in
\ncolor, but the vineyards that have increasingly shoved them aside produce
\nvibrant bursts of yellow, orange and red, depending on the grape. <\/span>But that much anticipated show is not
\nyet. <\/span>Summer still has some power.<\/p>\n
\nto give one more burst of bloom before they need to rest. <\/span>Hopefully they’ll agree. <\/span>Inside, pictures finally went up on the
\nwalls this afternoon – I’ve been here long enough to get a feel for what goes
\nwhere. <\/span>And from time to time I’ve
\nbeen reading David Abram’s Becoming Animal. <\/span>So far his new book is more than living up to its early
\npromise, and I will devote a post to it once I’m done, and get into a
\nintellectual mood again.<\/p>\n
\nwith the powers of the land are my priorities.<\/p>\n