Water and weed. Water and Weed. Water and Weed. Water and weed.
As we continue quenching the perpetual thirst of the parched plants, and uprooting the seemingly immortal, stubborn grasses from their prohibited squatting of the beds and pathways, we are all acting in obedience to the garden mantra which is engrained into our karma yoga ( the duties of daily life which are devoted to a greater good/ community)a.k.a wonderful work. So the day began with such, the usual routine of saturating everything in the garden heavily, and removing intruers from in and around the beds. We managed to finish weeding the center pathway, the beds, the right side of the sunflower trench, and even a little of the top trench. The aloe’s dwelling place was also fully weeded and the population increased, with the welcoming of 4 new,
healthy green aloe plants. Hopefully these fresh, vibrant aloe plants will prove themselves as positive role models and set an example of what the other aloe plants should aspire to live up to. Although a few of the original, more fragile looking aloe transplants do appear to be letting out a few new, young shoots.
The cafeteria kitchen provided us with several bags of old, rotten food, which they saved for us as a helpful addition to our compost piles, which were graciously accepted and immediatley poured into a deep hole in the of both piles and thoroughly covered.
When the children came out to join us in the garden, we practiced making observations, utilizing all of our senses as we moved through various parts of the garden. We smelled the delicious odors of decomposition in the compost heaps. We felt the textures of different leaves, learning about how gourds have rough, sort of spiky-like leaves and how pepper leaves are a little bumpy, but mostly smooth and how pineapple leaves are very smooth until you stick your finger at the very tip and get pricked by its nasty point. We saw how tall the corn and how much the watermelon have grown, and how fast all has changed, in only a week’s passing! We talked about how things in the garden taste- how certain peppers are really spicy and how watermelons are sweet, but how corn is sometimes sweet, too. We tried to hear how things were growing in the garden, but really only heard the sounds of laughter from people enjoying themselves in the garden. One could assume that joy is a most crucial song for a garden, too.
And so go all souls within the garden realm singing in silence the eternal mantra:
healthy green aloe plants. Hopefully these fresh, vibrant aloe plants will prove themselves as positive role models and set an example of what the other aloe plants should aspire to live up to. Although a few of the original, more fragile looking aloe transplants do appear to be letting out a few new, young shoots.The cafeteria kitchen provided us with several bags of old, rotten food, which they saved for us as a helpful addition to our compost piles, which were graciously accepted and immediatley poured into a deep hole in the of both piles and thoroughly covered.
When the children came out to join us in the garden, we practiced making observations, utilizing all of our senses as we moved through various parts of the garden. We smelled the delicious odors of decomposition in the compost heaps. We felt the textures of different leaves, learning about how gourds have rough, sort of spiky-like leaves and how pepper leaves are a little bumpy, but mostly smooth and how pineapple leaves are very smooth until you stick your finger at the very tip and get pricked by its nasty point. We saw how tall the corn and how much the watermelon have grown, and how fast all has changed, in only a week’s passing! We talked about how things in the garden taste- how certain peppers are really spicy and how watermelons are sweet, but how corn is sometimes sweet, too. We tried to hear how things were growing in the garden, but really only heard the sounds of laughter from people enjoying themselves in the garden. One could assume that joy is a most crucial song for a garden, too.
And so go all souls within the garden realm singing in silence the eternal mantra:
Water and weed and smile. Water and weed and smile. Water and weed and smile. Water and weed and smile.
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