It is Brittany after all… So, like clockwork the slight drizzle of rain and gray skies have filled the day of the summer solstice. A sunny first day of summer would be just a bit too much to ask, it seems.
We couldn’t see the full moon last night, I wish we could have. The rain finally cleared out this afternoon, clear skies would be too much to ask for, but I was able to hang out my laundry. At least my vegetable garden is got some water without me needing to haul it down…
I’ve been trying to savior each season for what it has, and brings. It is a bit of an exercise in Brittany when seasons can resemble each other quite a bit- variation isn’t huge. But it is most often doux, which is also appreciable. I’ve been really practicing flipping everything on its head to see the good side.
Onwards through Summer and the approach of Fall, la roue tourne. Time goes by so fast, a blink of an eye, and things are always changing, and some, always constant.
My garden is growing. It is simple, since it is my first real, dedicated, potager. Some squash, several tomato plants, salads, potimarron, bell peppers, courgettes, carrots… The papi that lived here before had some gorgeous artichoke plants that are doing well, and some raspberry plants that also seem to do well. I put in some verveine, mint, lavender, sage, basil, coriander, aloe vera.. I think of it as my miniature “medicinals” and first aid, along with basic herbals. I really get a lot of pleasure walking down every day, see what everything looks like, pulling out weeds. Another way to mark the seasons, and the wonder that is mother nature.
Maman Bonne 