At 7:24 pm Tuesday, June 20, Rob and I exhaled into the horizon, celebrated the fullness of life and the potential it holds.
Abundance abounds around the Solstice.
At 7:24 am on Wednesday, making the orchard rounds, calling it 'insect monitoring', I gave myself permission to lay my head down under the elderberry umbels and stare at the sky as petals rained on my face. Overwhelmed by all this being and doing. I took comfort in the refuge of nature's fecundity, if only for a moment.
There are asters and zinnias to transplant and cover. The young rabbits wormed their way under our fence, browsing on lisianthus, sigh. On to delphiniums to cut, lavender and chammomile blossoms to dry and the infinite possibilities of herbal greenery to fill in the spaces between light and shadow.
In this swell of blossom thickness, its important to pause and assess. Am I growing and creating consciously. Am I staying the course?
With flowers I feel like I am honoring my authentic self, striving for balance by creating, recognizing beauty and it's power to build bridges, mediate conflict and give pause. There's so much to tend to, so much demands on our attention. What is it that you seek to tend to? For the moment, I settle on examining the underside of elderflower, the glow of a half-moon, the fullness of a child's laughter heard from a distance.
At just past 7:24 in the evening hours, I will put the finishing touches on this week's CSA bouquets, carrying the sweet fullness of life, bedazzled by lilies unfolding, beckoning hummingbirds to sip its nectar. I attempt to balance this with the deep purple hues of companula and delphinium companions and a few other field surprises born of nature's fecundity since the beginning of time.
Circa de 1550 B.C. The Greeks revered lilies as it was their belief that it sprouted from the milk of Hera, queen of the Gods—devotion born out of creating prosperity.
Post harvest, it's back to practical matters and a few pollen tips lest lilies rain on your parade (or favorite table cloth). Snip the anthers once the petals fully unfurl (botanically speaking, this is emasculating). As you snip and re-purpose flowers, changing out the water daily in the coming week may you ponder and manifest that which seeks to create in you born of Desire. Under the watchful canopy of your favorite flowering tree is a great place to start.
Enjoy your solstice bouquets and my gratitude for your support and the opportunity to grow for you!