I have gardening fever... I am unable to not stop at any garden centers. I work for hours in the morning unconcerned about dirty dishes or laundry or me taking a shower until afternoon. I am spending inordinate amounts of time planting, watering, and walking back out oh, every couple of hours just to see "how things are doing"... ummm... I think it grew a little since I was out here, uh, two hours ago???
Gosh, I really love it. We've lived here seven years and have spent most of that time working on the inside of the house, getting it the way we want it (it still isn't either, but it's closer). So for me, the outside just never really felt like "ours". The previous owners planted some basic shrubs and thankfully, the big honey locust tree in our backyard, but most of the yard is just grass. Can't think how many times I've pulled open the blinds in our bedroom, looked down below at all that grass on the side of the house and thought what a perfect spot for a kitchen garden... and now we have one : )
This weekend we'll be making a short, white picket fence to enclose the garden. This will be good. Very good. I am tired of yelling at dogs who think vegetable beds are meant for their use. I am also tired of pulling bark off of Winston's furry fanny.
So farI've planted: nine varieties of tomatoes, four of sweet peppers, three cukes, zucchini, crookneck, basil, thyme, rosemary, parsley, cilantro, dill, oregano, mint. Two blueberry bushes, two raspberry bushes, and three hanging strawberry planters. And seeds... jalapeno, green beans, carrots, and radishes. I still have watermelons and cantaloupe and more flowers to plant. I am slightly nervous about it all, wondering if any of those seeds will really even sprout. Our last home had a mini- mini tomato and zucchini patch, so this one feels like a farm in Kansas... The suburb girl, is getting in touch with her inner-farm girl :)
I find myself thinking of my grandmothers' and my Mom's gardens when I plant. They feel closer to me when I'm out digging in the dirt, and I feel connected to my long line of gardening great-mothers (and mother Earth too). I can still hear my Mom's voice... plant it deep enough and make a well around it, so the water stays in better... I tell Sophey the same words now. (And I'll bet my grandmother said those same words to my mother).
Hope you have a lovely Memorial Day weekend, my friends.