Mud and magic.

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Planting time {Clean.}

Sometimes the weekend gets rolling and I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to let it go.

This weekend was like that.

Long and busy and insanely messy, with mud and straw and dirty dishes from Friday right straight through Monday.

Those messy weekends. They're usually the good ones, aren't they?

Overwhelming, sure, but undeniably good.


It's been a cold spring here in Wisconsin. Really cold. Sneaking on the furnace two
weeks before June kind of cold.

So cold that our
garden wasn't planted yet, here on the brink of summer. 


This weekend it was time.

It just couldn't wait another week.

We snuggled into wool hats and rain coats and got
out there to plant in the drizzle for two days.

Breaks came in the form of hot tea and stories, morel hunts in the woods, and knitting (then unknitting) a sweater.


And to be honest I was actually dreading the planting part of our
weekend. (cold! raining! windy! new garden! clay soil! thistles!) And yet to my surprise I found
my bliss out there with my family, digging in the Earth.

Absolute bliss.

The mist. The rain. The valley. The soil. The countless treasures and bits of history unearthed in our digging (bits of pottery, a vintage toy car, an axe head, a rusty hinge…). The magic of working together. Tending together. Digging in. Together.

It was simultaneously literal and symbolic and both were equally good.

As best
as I can remember we planted peas, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, summer
squash, zucchini, beans, onions, broccoli, cauliflower, strawberries, and
potatoes. There might have been more. But at this point it's a blur of leggy starts, seed
packets, and mud.

Everywhere the mud.

There is more to be done but we're catching our
breath for a few days before we dig in again.

In time.

All in time.


planting veggies or running inside to warm up, the kids and I
also transformed a low, weed-filled border along our walk into a
hen-and-chicks and thyme wonderland and filled some pots and old pails
with starts from a nearby nursery.


And then last night, after three days of gardening, I sat down to sew some curtains for our bedroom (well, to finish some curtains that I started in February and needed just three more seams to be done). My fingernails were so unbelievably dirty that I laughed right out loud when I saw them, my filthy hands laying so properly on the clean pressed fabric, as I fed it under the presser foot.

I really shouldn't have been touching fabric. I should have been in the bath.

(But considering that those "new" curtains are sewn from sixteen year old bedsheets, that fabric has seen more than its share of post-gardening-marathon fingernails. And feet. And… well, my point is I really don't think it'll show.)


And what a difference it makes! All this digging and planting and tending and sewing and doing.

Yes, this long-empty, so-sleepy, tiny little farmhouse is starting to look like home.

And I couldn't be happier.

Or, come to think of it, dirtier.

8 thoughts on “Mud and magic.

  1. KC says:

    It’s been really wet in the south of France too! I’m glad you got out anyway. Will the sprouts get water logged with all that rain?

  2. Cassandra says:

    I think I might be the only on delighting in this rainy Wisconsin season. It just looks so lush and magical out there that I have forgiven mother nature for stealing a bit of our planting time 🙂

  3. Karen says:

    It has been the same in my neck of the woods….although last weekend technically was the “planting out” weekend I felt hesitant due to the cold and rain. It was good to get my hands in the dirt and realize how warm it actually was down in there!
    Your spot in the world looks truly beautiful. It must be such a wonderful feeling to feel home.

  4. Rachel Wolf says:

    Normally I’m all about the drizzly cold days. I think they’ve just worn on a bit too long (after this, our first winter without a woodstove in ten years). Ready for a little sunshine, but grateful for the rain.

  5. Little Mountain Haven says:

    It seems everyone is getting the rain! We had one week of hot sun early May and I planted things out then as the past couple of years we’ve had a predictable rainy season early summer.
    I love rainy days as they feel cosy and that cup of tea feels so good, but after a couple they do get dreary..I hope the sun shines soon for you!

  6. Marie says:

    I’m admiring your brilliant pics for the content -assisting with my country living dreaming and my partner is admiring them too, but technically -he wonders what lens you used? Happy digging. Reading this is making me want to get out there in the rain x x

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