Sacrificing to the Bees.
The end of Spring draws nigh and with it, the fury of work that began in February is drawing to a close. The work will not completely end, it never does, it only becomes a new kind of work.
Much of our time over the last week of Éastermónaþ was spent in yard care and weeding. While there were many projects that we needed to begin, most of the demand on our time was simply maintenance of both land and animals. We must keep our animals healthy but also our home clean – inside and out. This reminds me of the true meaning of Saturday, or what was once known as Washing day. Called Laugardagr, this was the day of washing or bathing amid ancient northern Europeans. To our family, this stresses the idea that cleanliness is truly a reflection of holiness.
Around the homestead, the peas had really grown by the last few days of April and our potatoes had sprouted. We finished planting the flowers around the gardens and it should be noted that all of the overwintered plants that had been saved for seed were doing very well except for the cabbage. This experiment was a near failure. Only a single plant seemed to have survived the winter. It did and would later produce a few seeds for us. Again, it appears as if they simply needed to be covered by more mulch to protect from frost.