Monday, March 14, 2011
An East of Eden
Every thing I love about gardening is everything that is also good about life.
Choosing your ground. Planting the seeds. Waiting and watching, hoping for rain and favorable temperatures. Cursing the squirrels that eat your just-sowed peas. Then, surrendering to share your bounty with all the creatures that seem to creep into your crop. Realizing that it is so much bigger than an acre or .25. Understanding that we are all connected and harvest means only taking your part and leaving some for the worms and deer and throwing the remains to the chickens. Praying for rain but also dancing hours with the hose amid the hollyhocks and hibiscus when dry spells are your fate.
Bending your back and knees to clear out strangle-happy weeds to make room for roots. Marveling at the magic of making something out of what felt like nothing and eating a tomato at the end of it or smelling the hyacinth. Doing it all because what else is there to do with this life, but create more of it. Life. Because this Sweat brings Bread and makes all the rubble worth the trouble.
Welcome. Here I will plant and prepare food and flowers. Learn while I learn. A Spirea in bloom above right now greets us just outside our family room window. Spring is just one blossom short of full throttle here. Below, a recipe to whet your appetite.