A gardener’s patience


Merry meet all,

A Gardener must be patient. 

I was just out in my garden. I would have loved to linger but currently Halifax Water Commission’s crewmen are creating quite a cacophony with their construction work on the nature trail. I couldn’t enjoy my few moments in the garden in peace. I shook my head in a mix of consternation and anger. They will never stop ripping up nature to force nature to accommodate society, never the other way around. I can’t wait till they are done and gone. 

I think I witnessed a miracle. Well, my garden is a miracle in itself, thankfully spared the horrors the nature trail is enduring. I lifted a cloche where I planted a white sage seed and this morning, finally, I think I saw a small tender green sprout emerging from the seed. I hope that is what I saw. That would be awesome indeed, to have achieved a white sage seed germinating in my garden!! 

I am starting milk thistle, corn, feverfew, moonflower and pansies indoors. It sure takes patience to start seeds inside. Each morning, I check on everything and lightly mist the seeds in the soil in the egg cartons. I have a large tray that I am also starting seeds in atop the guinea pig shavings tote. The lid creates moisture for seeds to germinate. Oh it takes patience. However, I shall persevere. The rewards are worth it. 

I am stil waiting for Halifax Seed to phone me to tell me my Hazel shrub is in. I wish they would hurry up already. I promise to post all about it here when I plant the Hazel in my garden. 

Blessed Be,

Lady Spiderwitch )O(



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