posted July 23, 2015 06:39 PM            

Having fresh flowers I could cut and bring indoors was so elegant and a treat for me. Once, I had night-time flowering plants near some patio doors, where the evening breezes would waft that beautiful fragrance to the indoors. White tobacco-plant flowers almost seem to glow at sundowns, and in moonlight. And I really miss the smell of 4 O'Clocks late in the afternoons. So pretty, delicate and sweet.

As a small child (under 7) my paternal grandfather (a 0-1 degree Taurus, my 5th and 6th house cusps, Venus in 5th) had what you might call a mini-farm.

It was a HUGE garden that would feed all the wide-many extendeds of our family, and the local 'hood too. There was enough produce to load onto a trailer to go sell on the side of a road on the way in to the city.

Lots of canning activity (vegs & meat) to store along shelves in those cool and cold quartz and granite stone basements for use during the winter months.

We had apple trees, and blueberries that grew wild in the close-by woods. Maple-trees (NewEngland) were tapped-- where buckets caught the watery-sap that flowed or dripped--out. Was quite a process to distill all that down.

I'd get scolded for raiding the garden and eating the cherry-tomatoes, but it was okay for me to sit and eat the raw peas and string beans (yellow, and green). Corn is not fun to eat raw-- and running through the rows, it felt possible to not find one's way out (and left super fine cuts on legs-- like paper-cuts).

I remember the chickens!! How you can hold them and move their bodies around-- their heads would always try to stay in a center-space while you move them around (they have inner gyroscopes).

There had been a smoke house for curing meats, and a rabbit house located on another part of the property. By the time I was old enough to really-recall, they had already given up some of the other animals (cows, pigs).

But there was one summer where the men in our family had to be away together for a number of weeks, and it became decreed that the chickens all needed to be killed (as there was some kind of sickness going around in that area).

They told me to stay indoors, but I had sneaked out into the tall grasses, curious about what they were going to do with my chickens. Yes, the adage like a chicken flying with its head cut-off evokes picture-filled meanings to me.

I really miss gardens and gardening... These are among our Earth's sacred sanctuaries. The scents, smells, the running of my fingers hands and arms through that good tilled-earth all left an impression on my senses that I never forget.

After a day of hard work, sometimes with profuse sweat, there is a special kind of reward there-- many kinds of, on so many levels. Nature, with its Beauty, rewards us thoroughly and elegantly. What richness we have!

God Bless Our Good Earth, and the principles of The Garden, which can illuminate the Understanding.

posted July 25, 2015 06:14 PM            

So. Cute.

posted July 16, 2016 12:35 PM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
My own gardens were small in comparison. I learned composting, etc. What I miss right now are the fresh juicy garden beefsteak tomatoes!!

Having fresh flowers I could cut and bring indoors was so elegant and a treat for me. Once, I had night-time flowering plants near some patio doors, where the evening breezes would waft that beautiful fragrance to the indoors. White tobacco-plant flowers almost seem to glow at sundowns, and in moonlight. And I really miss the smell of 4 O'Clocks late in the afternoons. So pretty, delicate and sweet.

As a small child (under 7) my paternal grandfather (a 0-1 degree Taurus, my 5th and 6th house cusps, Venus in 5th) had what you might call a mini-farm.

It was a HUGE garden that would feed all the wide-many extendeds of our family, and the local 'hood too. There was enough produce to load onto a trailer to go sell on the side of a road on the way in to the city.

Lots of canning activity (vegs & meat) to store along shelves in those cool and cold quartz and granite stone basements for use during the winter months.

We had apple trees, and blueberries that grew wild in the close-by woods. Maple-trees (NewEngland) were tapped-- where buckets caught the watery-sap that flowed or dripped--out. Was quite a process to distill all that down.

I'd get scolded for raiding the garden and eating the cherry-tomatoes, but it was okay for me to sit and eat the raw peas and string beans (yellow, and green). Corn is not fun to eat raw-- and running through the rows, it felt possible to not find one's way out (and left super fine cuts on legs-- like paper-cuts).

I remember the chickens!! How you can hold them and move their bodies around-- their heads would always try to stay in a center-space while you move them around (they have inner gyroscopes).

There had been a smoke house for curing meats, and a rabbit house located on another part of the property. By the time I was old enough to really-recall, they had already given up some of the other animals (cows, pigs).

But there was one summer where the men in our family had to be away together for a number of weeks, and it became decreed that the chickens all needed to be killed (as there was some kind of sickness going around in that area).

They told me to stay indoors, but I had sneaked out into the tall grasses, curious about what they were going to do with my chickens. Yes, the adage like a chicken flying with its head cut-off evokes picture-filled meanings to me.

I really miss gardens and gardening... These are among our Earth's sacred sanctuaries. The scents, smells, the running of my fingers hands and arms through that good tilled-earth all left an impression on my senses that I never forget.

After a day of hard work, sometimes with profuse sweat, there is a special kind of reward there-- many kinds of, on so many levels. Nature, with its Beauty, rewards us thoroughly and elegantly. What richness we have!

God Bless Our Good Earth, and the principles of The Garden, which can illuminate the Understanding.

(music) Make Our Garden Grow (Leonard Bernstein, finale of his musical Candide!, 1988 tribute at 70) [4:15] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey5e7buHfls

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