It’s the last week of October and with that means: time to get direct fall seeds in the ground and rehome any plants that need it. And that’s exactly what I did this past weekend. The Midwest and especially Indiana is known for it’s chopping and changing weather, so if there’s a clear window you go for it.
There’s little like working the soil in light rain (the torrential downpour came later). My whole street was quiet, as I dug holes, whispered to my herbs and resettled them in their new southern facing spots. It was the peace my soul needed on a Sunday morning and a moment to save this incredibly fleeting season (Fall you brief, tricky friend).
Seeds arrived in time for me to set them out directly for the sun, moon and chilling temperatures to naturally stratify them. I wait with bated and content breath as they grow their roots in the warm earth to pop up in the Spring.
It’s not surprising that gardening and herbalism are so important in my life. I am forever in awe of plants and willing to be taught by them. Though I’m a novice, it has my whole heart.
As the outdoor growing season comes to a close, I think of what I’m going to try and sprout on my window sills and the summer’s dried herbs I will turn into support for the body and the thought leaves me with more than a little giddiness.
Olea Apothecary 