Spring was slow to come this year, with not enough warm days to convince our plants that it was safe to grow. The tomatoes and peppers needed to be replaced (a tough blow for a start from saved seed kind of gal) but we WILL have a garden! As July ends Naamah is looking up.
Everything has a fresh layer of bedding. Wood chips around the edge and on the paths. Pine needles for the blueberries. And straw for the squash.
She is even sporting new arbors at each entrance. Sara got her tools out and re-purposed some of the old center bed wood. She was looking for a place for her clematis to grow.
The harvest has begun, with loads of fresh greens. The spinach (3rd planting already) is loving the cooler summer. I am loving the extra greens for my morning smoothies.
Sara surprised me with some new books about Naamah. I learned a lot: a: I spelled her name wrong on the sign. Perhaps Nammah will become the South Range spelling. I also learned that along with the midrash that Naamah brought the seeds, she was also thought to be a great singer who sang to the animals through the night to keep them calm in the ark. Her name translates to "her deeds were pleasant." I had no idea just HOW perfect the name Naamah was for our garden, now our place!
After a day's work tending to her, we like to sit with our gin and tonic and just watch her the way a mother might watch her sleeping child.
