Somehow it’s already June and as I walk my usual routes I can see that some of the fields have been tilled and planted.
I wonder who is farming in this area?
Maybe Barbie, I think, the field I always see her in has been turned up to reveal rich, dark soil groomed into neat, straight lines. Small green sprouts are appearing in those ridges.
I don’t know enough about plants to even hazard a guess about what might be growing there.
Considering Paul continues to walk the rail line and sit on the old bridge every day I can’t imagine he’s growing anything.
Bess has a large personal garden, it’s actually three gardens she tells me – one for food, one for herbs and one for medicinals.
I asked her why the herbs aren’t food and the medicinals aren’t food – her answer had something to do with poisons and companion plants.
Bess is very smart, but the longer I know her the more I realize she might be my scariest neighbour.
She gave me a loaf of bread today, dense with seeds and herbs and told me it was for the birds.
She said I had to cut it into cubes, let it dry overnight and then throw it around the fenceline to my meadow.
She was right about the river water so I took her advice.
I hope I don’t wake up to a pile of dead birds.