The Smell of Forgiveness

195 :: Garlic Harvest

These three, helping me.
Bringing the garlic in again.
Another nine-month season of growing,
coming full circle.

Oh, I have so many thoughts about growing garlic. But this year, garlic speaks to me of forgiveness.

Taking a single clove from last year’s
soil and pushing it into the ground
just before winter
and hoping it will grow it into a new, full head –
come what may.

Through autumn leaves falling,
and snow storms,
and spring cold,
it grows silently
or maybe sits and waits
underground,
offering at last
in deep summer,
the smell of forgiveness.

Meadowlark Love

81 :: Greenhouse Love

stepping out of the arctic air
into the greenhouse warmth
and light,
welcomed by our dear farmer friend
who put these three little people right to work
planting ginger mothers!

as she and I talked
about the changing seasons
I looked around,
thinking how the seeds of my wedding flowers
were seeded in this very space
by Jenny’s hands.

how grateful I am
for our long friendship
and for roots of love
that grow deep
at Meadowlark Farm.