Clean straw makes the raised beds look tidy. Other beds will receive used straw from the hen house to fertilize them over the Winter for eventual Spring planting.
While our Winter weather holds off I'm mulching my garden beds...with leaves, broken twigs, corn husks, and straw from the hen house rich with droppings.
In doing so I'm protecting, tidying, and fertilizing...
A mulch of corn husks arrives unbidden from the corn field across the road. Winds blow in this cost-free vegetal blanket that serves to protect roots of native plants and Nanking cherries from Winter's chill.
What comes to mind when I think of mulch?
Protection. Hidden life stirring in the folds of unseen places. Creating a cosseting environment from which new life will eventually emerge.
Using the garden as a metaphor for life how do we create (mulch) an environment for new possibilities?
For me, planning a new project or venture is akin to laying mulch. It is preparation with a definite plan in mind...albeit a plan that may not come to fruition right away.
Resting beneath "mulch" is the pause between planning and creation. It is that pregnant space where plans become reality and take on a life of their own.
In the garden or garden of life, mulching lays the nurturing groundwork where inspiration, dreams, possibility, and potential become real and tangible.