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0March 17, 2015Gardening by Erica

Garden Magic

Yesterday, as I chopped, dropped, and tried to cram just a few more blueberry bushes into my garden, it was obvious. The apple blossoms, the eager tips of asparagus, and the carpet of germinating calendula made it undeniable. Spring is here.

If you are a gardener and you do not see magic in the ripe swelling of the bud, the spread blossom that yearns to grow into an apple, the unfurling of the seed leaves – well, then I humbly suggest that you find another hobby.

This is the time for magic, for awe, for wonder. I am no mystic. I am a lover of science, a girl who who understands the biology of the springtime rites, the simple water-pump mechanics of a plant. I know there is an explanation more rational than Miracle of Creation, than Horned One and his Consort.

And yet, if you see the bud and the sprout and you do not feel a pull and tug in your deep core that is beyond those elements of understanding, the garden is not the right place for you.

Perhaps actuarial accounting would suit you better?

Apple Blossoms

My friend and mentor (though I claim both terms only with the trepidation that she will disown them) Margaret Roach calls her very excellent garden writing “Horticultural How To and Woo-Woo.”

Spring is a time for woo-woo, my friends. Summer, with all those leaf spots and blights and mildews to sort through rationally will challenge your horticultural how-to, but for now, let us sink deep into the beautiful woo-woo of the spring time garden.

Is it magic to believe I can feel nature’s stirrings when I press my palm against the sun-warmed soil?

Is it woo-woo to feel that the fresh foods I can gather this time of year are simply more potent than any other I will taste throughout the year? To think the wild watercress and the nettle has power in it for rushing the gate of the seasons and proving itself first to nature’s market?

Perhaps.

Perhaps this is the same woo-woo that tells birds or whales how to find their migration route, year after year. Perhaps it is the same magic that gifts certain generations of Monarch butterflies with the strength and agility to fly far beyond their peers.

Perhaps the magic is in the learning, as Dar Williams once sang. I do not claim to know. After a decade of throwing myself on the wisdom of my garden, twice a year I feel nature twist. I know in my gardener bones–way past the book learnin’–that the woo-woo is upon us. And I rejoice in it.

Our first change is happening now, as Winter passes her torch to Spring. Some years that sleepy, fridge crone is hesitant, unsure about this new, maiden upstart. This year, Grandma Winter seems happy to duck out and let Fair Spring spin her tale of rebirth. I’m guessing she has a bingo game to attend.

When subterranean Persephone rises, life proves (as always) to be its own justification. That bright, lime green of new growth, those fat, phallic spears of perennials thrusting through the gently warmed soil, the hum of bees freed from their winter ball of frenzied snuggling – all emerge as Nature’s declaration that life will find a way.

This is the first moment of woo-woo, the magic of the declarative re-awakening. Every year it is incredible; a giant billboard that we will feast for another year. And every year it deserves our child-like wonder.

There will be another moment of awe, later this year, when the hot frenzy of the season matures into calm middle age. I know this from experience. I have felt it many times. It will happen sometime in August, when the puckered lips of summer still kiss our necks and tempt us with bounty and glistening harvests. The days will feel hot and sultry, but something in the light will have changed.

And like a casual lover who knows her moment has faded, Summer will begin to gather her things. “Another suitcase in another hall,” sings Summer, loved hard and then shown the door. She packs up hastily, forgetting a shoe, leaving an unmade bed and a dirty ashtray behind her.

And at this moment Fall the Wife will be walking in, looking around in her sensible but not entirely unsexy shoes, and assessing what it will take to settle in and make her place for the long haul.

Fall will bring her own magic – the magic and the beauty of a season that knows she dazzles because of those crinkly patches that show up when she smiles, not despite it.

But Fall is not our goddess now. For now, we embrace the delicate maiden of Spring and thank God that another season of growth, rebirth and renewal is upon us.

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Author: Erica Filed Under: Gardening Tagged With: SeasonalityImportant Stuff: Affiliate disclosure

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Hi! I'm Erica, the founder of NWEdible and the author of The Hands-On Home. I garden, keep chickens and ducks, homeschool my two kids and generally run around making messes on my one-third of an acre in suburban Seattle. Thanks for reading!

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  1. Clare says

    March 17, 2015 at 6:37 am

    Beautiful, Erica! Warmed my heart this morning!

    • Erica says

      March 17, 2015 at 8:29 am

      Thank you Clare.

  2. Margaret Roach says

    March 17, 2015 at 6:48 am

    Woo-hoo, out there in the PNW, Erica…and sending Northeast-style woo-woo your way. Hamamelis unfurling here, finally (often happens in February), and of course the pussy willows have been at it against all odds for awhile. But I cannot even see a square yard of ground yet, in this tenacious residual winter that has not yet let go its grasp.

    • Erica says

      March 17, 2015 at 8:28 am

      The Winter Crone is tenacious this year in the NE. Perhaps that’s why she’s letting Spring sneak in so early out West. Thanks for keeping her occupied. 😉

  3. Colleen Friesen says

    March 17, 2015 at 7:39 am

    A perfect essay and such a lovely ode to Spring.
    “And every year it deserves our child-like wonder.”
    Every minute demands our wonder…it is all such an unfolding miracle made more poignant by the knowledge of Winter. Thank you for a wonderful morning read.

    • Erica says

      March 17, 2015 at 8:29 am

      Thank you Colleen.

  4. Rhonda says

    March 17, 2015 at 7:59 am

    Love your writing Erica! Thank you for this “ode to spring”!

    • Erica says

      March 17, 2015 at 8:29 am

      Thank you Rhonda.

  5. Sarah says

    March 17, 2015 at 8:35 am

    Well good grief, Erica! My suspicions have been confirmed. You are a poet. Thank you, and beware the Ides of April. Your writing may end up in some National Poetry Month compilation. 😉

  6. Alison says

    March 17, 2015 at 8:49 am

    Yes! Magic is happening out there right now! Great post.

  7. Kyle says

    March 17, 2015 at 9:03 am

    On this date last year, I shook my fist at the record unceasing rain, waded into the garden and put potatoes into the sludge that was my raised bed. This year, the woo woo has turned in our favor.

    My favorite moment so far was this: two summers ago, I closed on the house and was desperate to plant *anything*. I did a terrible job. Almost everything was planted in the hear of July and it rightfully died a rapid, crunchy death. I had put in a flat of native strawberries that promptly withered up and died. This spring, nearly two years later, I decided to plant that area properly and low and behold, one wee strawberry plant had survived desiccation and has started to spread. Nature finds a way!

  8. gabrielle says

    March 17, 2015 at 10:22 am

    Lovely. Our latest woo-woo was the discovery of fragrant “winter honeysuckle” blooming in the woods around my daughter’s school in January– January!– and the kind horticulturalist who identified a cutting for us so we could add it to our ever-growing wish list.

  9. Caroline says

    March 17, 2015 at 11:47 am

    Beautiful, Erica. The Mid-South has had two days of sunlight and 70 degrees, and the azaleas that make my city beautiful are about to burst with color. It always feels magical to me.

  10. Bek says

    March 17, 2015 at 2:07 pm

    Over here in Australia we are well and truly in the grips of autumn. I’m loving the cool, crisp mornings and warm days and blue skies, but it’s slowly and surely getting darker and colder in the mornings. We still have summer crops hanging on but their days are numbered. I’m happy though that winter is on its way. Then spring will be just around the corner. Thanks for reminding me of the spring magic.

  11. Kelly O'Keefe says

    March 18, 2015 at 7:18 am

    What a luscious piece of writing! A million thanks for the vivid descriptions. I had to laugh at myself taking a dozen pictures of green oak leaf lettuce whorls out in the garden yesterday. As if I could actually capture the intensity of color and pulse of spring…

  12. KatRosa says

    March 18, 2015 at 10:25 am

    “life proves (as always) its own justification” — I have to say, as an avid gardener as well as a depression survivor, this is the most beautiful sentiment, sweetly succinct yet cutting to the crux of everything.

  13. Kat says

    March 18, 2015 at 11:39 am

    And might I suggest cranking up Josh Ritter’s “Snow is Gone” and dancing wildly about?
    He’s from the inland northwest. He gets it.

  14. Matthew says

    March 19, 2015 at 2:52 pm

    I definitely have a serious case of the WOO-WOO’s! After a year of being unable to dig my fingers into the soil…deployed to Afghanistan…I’m crazy excited to get back at it! The way you put words to the feelings that Spring brings was awesome! You are quite the wordsmith!

  15. raluca says

    March 20, 2015 at 10:00 am

    you do have a way with words 🙂

  16. mothership says

    March 21, 2015 at 11:31 am

    for the science girl in you- I think you would love the “children’s” book
    “There’s a Hair in My Dirt” by Gary Larson (? not quite sure of last name… the famous comic strip artist).

  17. Meliad says

    March 24, 2015 at 10:18 am

    I’m in south-Eastern Ontario, and we’re still under heaps of snow here, but it’s melting (in fits and starts) and the sun is actually warm! The sheep are in labour at the Experimental Farm. It’s coming, it’s coming! 😀
    My wife and I (and half of our apartment-dwelling friends) are getting excited for our impending garden, though I won’t be planting anything out until the raised beds get built.
    As a witch, it’s awfully nice to find out that these year-swings are felt by people who don’t necessarily identify as “Woo”. 😉 It’s good to know we’re not the only ones who feel her waking up. <3

  18. Dale Coykendall says

    April 28, 2015 at 4:35 am

    This is SO beautifully written …wow, thank you

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