March
9, 2014
First
Day of Day Light Savings
March. A fickle month. One day it
can seem as though old man winter is still having his way with us, holding on
with gnarled frozen fingers, sending temperatures into the teens and wind
chills making things even worse. Then, as if by some magic trick, the sun
emerges from the flat grey sky warming the air and temperatures climb to near
60 degrees! Indeed, can spring be far behind?
This
afternoon, temperatures in the mid-40s, I ventured out to take a walk, my first
walk in months and months, having been sequestered inside by single digits and
more wind. Today as I strode down the road I was hopeful that this might be a
real day of spring. Alas, wishful thinking. As I rounded the curve flanked by
open fields the wind came up fiercely, bringing streams of tears trickling down
my cheeks. I made an about face and headed in the direction of home. Now what?
Still a great afternoon to be out of doors.
Off to the garden I went, with
loppers, heavy duty work gloves and my jacket whose outside shell is as strong
as titanium...perfect for bearing up to the daunting task of pruning back the
blackberry thicket. This is a March task if ever there was one. In order to
safely attempt the job one has to be dressed properly...so the day has to be
cold enough to wear such protection, yet not so windy that the canes swing
around and rake your face with evil thorns. Indeed, it feels as though this
plant has a mind of its own which most sincerely wants to protect its
longevity. You tug on it and it tugs back! Wear a hat and in no time it has
been snatched off your head! In ways it feels as though you are wading through
and trying to prune back a massive thorny spider web who's every intention is
to thwart your success.
Having performed this springtime
chore going on seven years now, I have come to realize there are two
requirements essential to one's inner attitude: work slowly, don't hurry, and
its corollary which enables the first one, be patient. As my 'chicken coach'
and friend David once wisely said to me the day he meticulously off loaded my
brand new chicken coop from the back of his flatbed trailer, placing it
precisely on the foundation we had struggled to prepare, "nothing good
ever comes from going fast". Wise words that serve many situations!
In the meantime I had opened up the
garden gate, braced it open with a stick so it would not slam shut in a gust of
wind, and invited in 'the girls', my four beautiful chickens who, incidentally,
are back to laying like champs and are thus, somewhat, earning their keep. As I
struggled with the massive blackberry thicket, they most happily scratched in
the left over straw mulch enthusiastically peering into the soil for whatever
treasure it is that they excavate from below.
The dogs kept watch over a neighbor
clearing the final layers of snow on his drive, Lila barking out
acknowledgement of his presence.
This whole scene is one of such
contentment: doing a necessary job in the season it needs to be done in, the
animals thankful to be finally out in the sunlight and warmth....and as I
worked I had to remind myself of the reason for this afternoon's effort: the
possibility of blackberry cobbler or blackberry smoothies...or if I am really
ambitious and all goes well, perhaps blackberry jam that could serve as
Christmas presents.
It is not wasted on me that perhaps
this afternoon's work is a throwback to an earlier way of life. It would be
far, far easier to simply purchase blackberries at the grocery store. But doing
that would deny me of one of my most profound joys: the experience of engaging
with the process of producing my own food, of having my hands quite literally
in the soil, of connecting with the cycle of the seasons, all of which allows
me to feel in tune and attuned with the Universe. Believe it or not this task ,
when seen for what it really is or means, has an almost sacred quality. It all
makes sense to me.
Someday I will no longer be able to
do this, spend an afternoon in March pruning back the blackberry thicket. At the
age of (almost) 62 I am well aware that life changes and with it our bodies respond to
time. So for now I will savor this annual spring chore, my wrestling with an
entity that resists my attempts to tame it and I will consider it fun!