This little world of abundance is only really possible under the cover of hoops & plastic during late fall/winter.
As much as I love the birds and other wildlife it really is a bummer to go out into the garden to see everything all eaten and destroyed.
In other garden beds we have some lentils, calendula, swiss chard & mustard greens too, but not quite as photogenic. As much as I enjoy each moment of the wheel of the year I am really looking forward to spring
Be it spring of fall I wish you all happy gardening!
So cliche – I know – to use a picture of a monarch to represent transformation. But, I do love these creatures and want to celebrate the images I have captured this past week or so in the garden as the monarchs emerge from their chrysalis and fly out into the world.
Something similar is occuring in my own little life – a transformation – that I hope to work it out through this and upcoming journal-like blog post.
First, I will address a question I get all the time, almost hourly when at work :: how is it that I ended up here, in Argentina. The answer is simple and also not simple at all.
Here is how – a few years ago when I had just started out on my travels I let go of the need to control my destiny. Instead deciding to go with the flow of time and follow my destiny where it guided me.
Destiny (or something) guided me south and ever more south. It guided me to meet my current partner, to dozens of farms and work-trades, to cross countries on bike and hitch hike for days and days.
We were guided to make sudden turns, to continue on even when weary, to camp under the stars and roadside, to this very farm, and to this upcoming adventure.