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Happy Easter to all who celebrate!
Lent was Lent-y this year, and Holy Week was a walk to the cross via a surgery and just the usual ton of work that goes into making the Triduum (the Great Three Days of the Easter mysteries/liturgies) happen for our community.* Once again, we remembered together what it is be knit together in this particular kind of community, what it is to die, why that's important, and finally what it is to rise together to new life in and with Christ, through whom all things were made.
So here we are on the other side, a successful surgery also giving new life and the garden waking rapidly up after a much-needed Holy Week snowstorm. The coming liturgical season of Eastertide is all about the noticing and fostering of new life and figuring out how to live it, so it feels appropriate that my mind can finally return to the garden. The bulbs that T (my wife) planted two years ago are coming in, the rhubarb is poking up through the remaining snow, and it's time to bring some lilac branches in to get a foretaste of the world's greening up.
Since I have today off, I'm experimenting with bread baking (white sandwich bread) and laying out the future raised beds.
Here's the current situation and plan, along the south side of the garage:
The plan is to put in four new 2x5 beds in here, with two feet between the beds.
The blue scribbles on the right are where the blueberries will be going. More on that when we get there! They're still in the fridge for now, waiting.
* I'm an Episcopal priest by vocation and trade
Lent was Lent-y this year, and Holy Week was a walk to the cross via a surgery and just the usual ton of work that goes into making the Triduum (the Great Three Days of the Easter mysteries/liturgies) happen for our community.* Once again, we remembered together what it is be knit together in this particular kind of community, what it is to die, why that's important, and finally what it is to rise together to new life in and with Christ, through whom all things were made.
So here we are on the other side, a successful surgery also giving new life and the garden waking rapidly up after a much-needed Holy Week snowstorm. The coming liturgical season of Eastertide is all about the noticing and fostering of new life and figuring out how to live it, so it feels appropriate that my mind can finally return to the garden. The bulbs that T (my wife) planted two years ago are coming in, the rhubarb is poking up through the remaining snow, and it's time to bring some lilac branches in to get a foretaste of the world's greening up.
Since I have today off, I'm experimenting with bread baking (white sandwich bread) and laying out the future raised beds.
Here's the current situation and plan, along the south side of the garage:
The plan is to put in four new 2x5 beds in here, with two feet between the beds.
The blue scribbles on the right are where the blueberries will be going. More on that when we get there! They're still in the fridge for now, waiting.
* I'm an Episcopal priest by vocation and trade
