Signs and Blossoms Around Town


New Year. Super moon.

It may feel gloomy for walking around, but those of us inside the beltway really need the rain, so I am pretty happy about the dank weather. Yes, those are turnips, arugula, parsley, chard, and kale (though I have no intention of going outside today to get some; I have some lovely Savoy cabbage inside and a yoga class to go teach).
I don’t know how I missed this pickling cucumber before it grew to such enormous proportions. I’ve scooped the seeds and pulp and added some water to ferment for a couple of days. Then I will dry the seeds that don’t float and save them for next year. This plant has been more successful than prior efforts to grow pickling cucumbers. They may have cross-pollinated with the Persian cucumber, but I’m trying to expand my seed-saving beyond the easy herbs and greens.
I won’t know how well I’ve done until next year, when I try to grow cucumbers from these seeds. There is a sense of connection to the cycles of life, with such required patience with the changes of season.
And the cucumber falling from the vine, ripe, and ready to go to seed, is a line in the Maha Mrityunjaya mantra, chanting to release and aid the passage of spirit from this realm of consciousness.
Plenty of divides available for those in the neighborhood.
