I'm having a go at "biodynamic" gardening...here goes.

I'm starting..as I mean to go on..in the summerhouse, reading up on the quarters of the moon and the best times to sow seeds for annual flowers. Just getting my facts in a row!

So, apparantly, the days leading up to the full moon are the best days to get the seeds into the greenhouse and wait for results.

I've done that with around ten packets...given from the oldest grandgirl as a wonderful present at Christmas.

I hope I don't let her down.

In the meantime...waiting time...I'm walking the field and looking for new life and in particular for spring blossom again. The crows are having to build a new nest...the three storms decimated their one from last year. they mate for life these two and live in the top of a birch.

Did you know that March is the birch month in Ukraine...Bereza .

I often find treasure as I walk...the earth throws up stones and bones from the long gone past...

...here's a ... poem...automatic writing... from the field.

Oak bone

Apple bone

Buried in the corner bone

Dog bone/hope bone in the brambles and the wild wild flowers.

Shadows on the tool shed/hen shed/ wood shed/

Summer shed/ belief shed.

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And in the high woods

The fretting crows

Open again

Open refrain.

A white crocus in the middle of the field...planted by noone...just fancied the spot I suppose.

A faithful flowering currant  up in the top right corner...just keeps on living. ...keeps on giving.

Made of hardy stuff...forsythia in the woodland.....shares itself around...generous to a fault.

Ah yes ..this is a favourite..Japanese chotolate vine...we once had some fruit...looked like cocoa pods...purple...teeny weeny dark pink flowers ...what's not to love.

If I get down on my hands and knees under the old hedge...I can find these shy cowslips spreading their baby plantlets...multiplying....fecund.

There are exotics I can't remember the names of... or even when I planted them..well it's 40 years this year since we took on this patch of Old Penketh Heathland.

As with lockdown, I'm walking the field and looking for beauty to restore calm to my soul,

for the situation of the moment needs a place and time to gather thoughts and prayers for peace.

Ukraine

When it's over

Let it be over.

I've planted sunflowers

Thrown the bird seed in

A pot and I'm waiting for the 

Soft green heads to appear.

I hope that when the flowers arrive

In all their fibonacci glory

We'll still be here

To give the garden thanks.

*

Tomorrow the sun will rise

Amazing

The fig tree is blossoming.

*

Much love.

Gerry