Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My friend and I have gone in together on another friend's property to plan and grow a garden. We both like to dig our hands in the dirt and have varying levels of skill in regards to proper gardening techniques. Our mutual friend who is allowing us to use a thirty foot by fifty foot area of his land has a tropical plant business where he grows and sells plants to local Home Depots out of his large greenhouse so he has offered us some bits of advice on gardening which is very helpful. He's also allowing us to use his very 1970s gas tiller. Amazingly, I have convinced my husband to run it.
Gardening is a pastime I've always been interested in. When I was a little girl, my stepfather had a beautiful garden in our backyard in San Saba, Texas. There he taught me about beneficial and harmful insects, fertilization methods, and watering techniques. I think every home we lived in had some sort of garden or another. This leaves no wonder that I bought my first clay pots in college and grew corn on the balcony at my dorms. What should surprise you is that I named each of the stalks of corn. Most memorable names were: Corny and Kernel Sanders.
I now understand why none of the guys wanted to date me...Weirdo Alert!
Even my children want to help--for now anyway. I remember when I was a child how much I was interested in the garden, but also how much I didn't want to help take care of it. My husband, who grew up on his family's farm in Price, Utah, also doesn't have very fond memories of caring for the family garden. According to my husband, his mother was always bringing home new plants and expanding her plot of various vegetables and fruit trees. The worst part was that he never had friends over, because when they would visit his mother would make them all go into the acre potato patch and weed.
When my husband's family moved near Astoria, Oregon gardening didn't get much better. In that part of Oregon it rains more often than not thereby making anything that requires water grow quickly. My mother-in-law planted blackberries and soon the blackberries took over the entire back portion of their yard. Mowing was endless and there never was a break in the weeding. It got to the point where my husband later in life would refuse to have a garden or at least help in it.
This is why I was astonished to hear my husband offer to till the land for our garden one day after getting off the phone with my friend. The Hubs certainly has more experience than I do, and I think he is helping because he knows I am getting in over my head. I have a inkling he is probably correct.
What I am looking forward to the most this coming spring is finally getting out into the garden and working in the soil. If I keep at it, I'll be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor, but only if I don't see caterpillars 'cause whatever caterpillars are on the vegetables can stay put. I ain't touching them.
Oh yah, that's what children are for.
What I'm Talkin' About: Just Keepin' It Real