An Actual Garden
We, being country dwellers, are constantly asked about our ‘garden,’ as if it’s a given: live in the country, grow vegetables. For fifteen years I have rolled my eyes at this question and tartly replied, “We don’t have time to garden.” Not only that, but I hate to weed, and lack the necessary green thumbs. Melissa’s a plant freak, but lacks the time.
I don’t know what happened this year, but we have a garden, an actual garden. Our neighbor Jaycee is mostly responsible. All we did was casually mention we were thinking of planting one this year, and she was over like a flash, helping Melissa set up the lumber, tilling the soil, and planting….all in one afternoon. It was a good thing I was gone, or I’d have fainted from the idea alone. I suspect Jaycee has been waiting 15 years to help us plant a garden.
Here it is!
Plants are actually growing. I have actually weeded a bit. The snow peas and regular peas and beans and potatoes and spinach and squash are all doing well. We thought the line of basil looked nice until our neighbor Karen took Melissa in hand and pointed out there was only one basil plant in that row…the rest were lovely, basil-like weeds. Basically if you get down on your knees and put your face into the soil, you can see this basil plant. My plans for mass-producing our own pesto might be in jeopardy.
Another spring project—I realized early May that our retired friend Joe faced a long, boring summer of doing nothing but golfing. Can you imagine the strain of that? Concerned, I offered to let him build us a small deck to avoid the tedium of hitting a little ball around all day. He gratefully accepted my offer, and by the end of May we had this lovely deck.
Now I must stain it, then plant stuff around it, and track down some real patio furniture. I’m just so grateful to finally have a flat place on which to sit. I intend to spend the summer sitting here, drinking wine and watching my vegetable garden grow.
And finally, there’s our rock garden, which over the last few years had been taken over by weeds. Our friend Mary stayed with us for a few days to help with lambing, and ended up redoing most of the rock garden. Isn’t it lovely?