Waystones & Weather
April is barren. I always felt that way, even before the Agricultural Wheel of the Year was my waystone. I know it is the time of warming weather, new life, and started gardens but it is so bleak to me compared to fall. It was the time I read scary stories with flashlights in my closet and watched hungry birds pick at rain-soaked roadkill on the way to school. I know it is a necessary and important time, but I only understand that in the most logical way - not emotionally. Spring is a hungry time for everyone, be it hungry for the warmth of summer or hungry because you ran out of winter storage. It wasn't that long ago that a light larder meant dead children and grandparents. Grocery stores have only been around since the 1940s and they won't be around forever….
April was something to achieve once, proof you made it through the cold, long, bite. But it was just as much as struggle - if not more so than the time around the Solstice when days were shortest. Because in December there was a lot of firewood and food. Right not on Facebook I read a thread about many of us running out of firewood already, not expecting such a cold winter. I'm doing okay wood wise but its not very dry or very abundant.
So for the first time in my life I am looking forward to April. Looking forward to a spring with a garden planned, baby goats, some lambs and a lack of frozen pipes and 45-degree mornings in the farmhouse. And by April I hope to have met some serious personal goals which I fear sharing here because I really believe in what Hemingway said, "You lose it if you talk about it."
I can say that things here are churning creatively, if notjhing else. Books are being planned and proposed, Birchthorn stays on track with updates every Wednesday, and old bills are being paid and debts caught up. I am not yet planning spring but will be soon. I have high hopes, and that has always proven to be my rocket fuel.
I can't wait to start riding every day again. You just can't know.