Quite unexpectedly, I now have the opportunity to plant my own garden. Living in an apartment for nearly two decades, I could not pass up this chance. I come from very long line of earth people — farmers and gardeners — ever since my first ancestors crawled out of the primeval forests of Europe and broke open the soil. So, I figure I’ve got to keep the tradition alive one more generation and try my hand at coaxing some goodness out of the earth.
Since this garden is in a relative’s backyard and about a twenty minute drive from my home, I won’t be able to work on this project every day, but I figure if I put in a couple hours each weekend, I will be able to start planting in a few weeks. Even though it is late in the growing season, there are not usually any frosts in this area so I should be able to have fresh produce all during the autumn and winter.
But, there is a lot to be done. Today, I spent an hour and a half clearing dead grass, trash and weeds from the plot. Next week, I’ll get rid of the pile of wood (in the picture below) and yank out the remaining weeds. In weeks to come, I will break up the ground and begin nourishing the soil. I hope to begin planting by the end of September (or sooner). I will be documenting this endeavor with notes and photos.
Things are looking pretty bleak at the moment. But I consider this little dust bowl like a blank canvas waiting for an artist. I just hope I live up to the challenge.
I had to stop for the day when I filled my green barrel with dead weeds. Thankfully, the trash man comes tomorrow just in time for next weekend’s fill-up.
Lori. G. (c) 2009