The wee hours of the morning always seem to be the best time to sit and write, contemplate the day and what you will do with it. What will I do with today? How many of the myriad things that exist on my list will i pull into the reality i build today? Winter is here with its icy fingers poking at me whenever i attempt an adventure out of doors. My books pull me inside and i am helpless to the eventuality that is me sitting on the couch most of the winter hibernating. Lists end up left on the counter, mornings like this spent dreaming of the first green things that will emerge from the garden this year. What will? I'm just not sure, i allowed so many things to go to seed this year, had so many experiments form themselves and take shape. i tucked whole plants away, dried some things and bagged them up, shook seed heads everywhere hoping to create a "weed" bed that was formed of edibles i could weed into a salad bowl, or form a carpet of useful mulch. Will the peach tree i planted in the microclimate i created do better than the one planted on the exposed hillside. Will my fig trees survive the winter? i placed wood mulch every where, will it provide the moisture to allow more things to grow better along the fence rows? Will the purple hyacinth bean seeds i planted there sprout? What about the sunflowers? i am excited to see what happens this year, and i am glad as well that january is around the corner and my body can rest and relax for a while. Bring on the hibernation snuggy...
Born in New Hampshire and raised in Maine, Eva's passion for living self sustainably began with Helen and Scott Nearing. Both were homesteaders who carved their lives from the land. Eva now lives in Eastern West Virginia, with her husband Dain and daughter Shayna, carving out her own life.