Happy Spring Equinox!
Solstices and equinoxes mark the four movements in a celestial score. The older
I get, the more I aspire to tap into the symphonic song of nature. To harmonize
with the flow of seasons, the cycles in our landscapes, and the larger universe.
Spring or vernal
equinox signals the beginning of spring in the northern hemisphere, marking the
passage of the Sun across the celestial equator, as it travels from south to
north. At the equinox (from the Latin aequus, “equal,” and nox, “night” - generally
on the 20th or 21st of March), Earth’s northern and southern hemispheres are
receiving the Sun’s rays equally, and night and day are nearly equal in length.
In fact, the spring equinox ushers in a long-awaited gardening season. For me,
it means pruning orchard trees and roses, building wattle from the spoils, and
listening to spring peepers sing out from vernal pools in the night. It’s
watching rhubarb and spring bulbs push up through the leaf litter (don’t jump
the gun and remove this vital protection too early!). Using the first cool,
sunny days to work up a sweat, repairing walls and filling garden beds with the
compost that winter turned to soil. Planting the heartiest of cold-weather
crops—mache, arugula, spinach, borage, calendula, kale, collards, cabbage,
parsnip, turnip, radish—to ensure a delicious spring follows. Making teas and
salads from the first perennials and self-sowing greens. Using the growing
hours of sun and heat to follow the season and plant more tender annuals when
they will succeed. This equinox also means vestiges of the ancient rites of
spring, rebirth, and renewal celebrating the goddess Eostre, Passover, and
Easter—holidays traditions that make good use of the abundance of early spring
herbs, eggs, and dairy.
Living in tune with
the seasons helps bring variety and flow to life. It helps me to observe and
celebrate the subtle changes around me, and join in celebrations observed since
ancient times. Most importantly, as a gardener, this Equinox reminds me that
every Spring offers an opportunity to start anew.
Happy Vernal Equinox
friends! The Heirloom Gardener -
John Forti
Spring
by Charles Duke of Orleans
The year has changed his mantle cold
Of wind, of rain, of bitter air;
And he goes clad in cloth of gold,
Of laughing suns and season fair;
No bird or beast of wood or wold
But doth with cry or song declare
The year lays down his mantle cold.
All founts, all rivers, seaward rolled,
The pleasant summer livery wear,
With silver studs on broidered vair;
The world puts off its raiment old,
The year lays down his mantle cold.
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