Today was the perfect day to plant our cherry trees, May Day Eve. I had figured out the locations, and marked them the day before. Our friend Sylvia came to help with strength and muscles. She dug the holes! Thanks, Sylvia!
Our friend Mihku had given us compost from her garden (Thanks, Mihku!) and we realized we needed even more, so Margy drove to buy some, while Sylvia and I positioned the first tree. I applied mycorrhizal inoculant to the roots (from the wisdom of Mihku), while Sylvia held the tree. Then we filled in what we could.When Margy returned, she took photos while Sylvia and I finished filling the hole with compost and dirt. I placed the Lapins Cherry closest to the patio, and the Black Tartorian Cherry about twelve feet beyond. We discovered the soil under the Black Tartorian was darker and richer, so we used some of that to fill the first hole too.
It felt so good to have my hands in the dirt, to give good energy and nutrients to these young beings that will live with us in our home. It also felt good to have help from a younger stronger friend, my aging body just not able to do as much physical labor as I used to do. It felt really good to share the process, to create a celebration of earth and sun and soil and friendship and the fertility of the land.