Equal

The equinox passed without much notice on the farm today. The clouds were emotional all day – coming and going, lowering and rising. Just before sunset I happily stood in a brief shower and watched the heavy rain as it fell before of a backdrop of green hills and slanting sunlight.

Janet and I spent the later afternoon seeding trays of flowers in preparation for Joe and my July wedding. It was wonderfully warm inside the greenhouse as we worked and chatted, and it’s opaque arching roof made me feel distant from the world outside. Like being teenagers sleeping in together under Janet’s big down comforter. Placing the last of the six seed trays on the table, I noticed how lovely it felt to be anticipating the bouquets that would arise from the black compost. What a different experience from picking out flowers in a floral shop refrigerator. This was the first piece of our vision for the wedding to be materialized. Everything else for the wedding – from the clothes, to the food, to the decorations – will all be made by hand, and therefore likely very close to the July deadline. But I will get to watch and water these seeds everyday for the next 17 weeks. Perhaps they will offer me a daily reminder to keep it (both the wedding and life in general I suppose) simple and eager for growth and change.

It was actually a perfect spring equinox. And the vision of the sunlit-rain, green fields, warm greenhouse, and Janet and my palms full of tiny seeds as we stand side by side will likely dwell in my memory.