ljg 2016, 2019
This post has been made for my own reference, though I hope it might be useful to you as well if you do any sort of gardening. One of the reasons that I volunteer at a local community garden is so that I can learn skills to apply to my own garden work. Yesterday we sowed corn and planted squash and pumpkins.
Here is what I learned:
On sowing seeds:
- Clear away all weeds and other debris,
- dig a furrow where the seeds will be placed,
- put in some fresh compost, followed by fertilizer or enhanced soil,
- press the seeds into place, distance between seeds the width of a fist, the depth twice the size of the seed,
- cover over,
- sprinkle with water,
- spread a light layer of mulch
- In the cleared soil,
- Dig a hole the size of the plants container,
- trowel in some compost and fertilizer,
- mix in one small spoonful of mycorrhizal root inoculant,
- Gently remove the plant from its container and set into the hole ,
- Lightly water and surround the plant with mulch.
My first response regarding solitude and the creative life was to say, “Of course! The creative life absolutely requires solitude.” I absolutely must be left alone when I write or paint. I don’t want others tagging along when I am in “photo-shoot’ mood.
But then I thought about my drumming. I don’t drum when I am by myself. I should. I need to practice, but it seems like I cannot drum unless I am with other drummers or musicians.
Then I thought of those who are involved in quilting bees, crafting circles, or other group art-making projects. The social component seems like a necessity. I know writers who produce their best works at writers’ workshops or weekly writing meetups. These creatives don’t NEED to be together to produce a product– yet it is part of their process to collectively make art or write.
So like many functions of life, the need for solitude in the creative life depends on the person and the art form.
But I will tell you now, if I say “I am spending the day writing,” do-not-bother-me. 🙂
Ljg (c) 2019
I learned a new word today: “orgulous”. It is an adjective meaning haughty, proud, ostentatious, disdainful. Based on this I took some pictures and wrote:
brash colors across my yard
ljg (c) 2019
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache. I don’t usually have them, so I suspect that it might be stress-related. As I parked in bed trying to decide whether to get up or take a sick day, I turned on the Saturday morning cooking shows. Giada was on, talking about the sweetness of life (especially if you have the means to float around the Mediterranean slurping pasta). She shared the image above, three women doing that very thing.
Now I don’t usually go around taking self-help advice from Food Network stars, but she had a point. So I hauled myself out of bed, enjoyed a cup of coffee, made up a bubbling potpourri of soothing scents, spent some time at my art-making space, and in a few minutes I will be leaving for the drum circle
Life can be sweet, if you let it.
Through my school years, I had teachers who corrected papers and graded tests with blue pens, green pens, and, most scarily– red pens. Later on, I worked for various people with specific pen choices: a man who would only write with purple gel pens and a woman who only wrote with Sharpies. I also know people who don’t care what they write with– pen, pencil, iron-gall ink, crayons….
I think writers in particular (though not all) are fussy about their writing implements. Some writers have rituals around their writing practice: place, artifacts in that place, time of day, special music, a special journal, and, of course, PENS. I truly think they believe that the creative process only flows if they use that one specific type of implement.
I would not go that far, but I do admit that I have a pen preference. I don’t believe that the Muse will have a hissy-fit if I don’t use it; my reasons are purely practical.
I use medium felt-tip Papermate Flair pens in black. My reasons are that I can write while in an inclined position which is how I usually hand-write my journaling and they are so economical that I won’t have a melt-down if I lose one of them.
Hehehe, and I bet you were wondering how this post had anything to do with the Ragtag theme of the day?
The rose garden led to the dinosaurs, which led to the gem room, which led to the aquarium, and on and on….see what happens when you wander…
It is the end of the day and the shadows are beginning to deepen. The chrysanthemums, lemon balm, mint and rosemary prepare for nightfall.