Monday, March 9, 2009

Gardening? Perhaps...

Okay, the temperatures here in hick-ville are not on my side on this debate so it might be a little premature to start thinking about my garden. But I can’t help it; the bug has officially entered my bloodstream. Suddenly, I lie awake at night, twiddling my hair and trying to wake up my sweety-peachy by placing my frozen hiney on his backside, all I can think about is which tomato varieties I’m going to plant, where should the garden be placed, and how many square feet can I convince Matt to let me have. And where are the garden hoses we bought last year? Oh yeah Oli ate them. Babe? Will you get me a load of dirt from Marks yard? I’ll be your best friend. This year I’m growing a lot of carrots. I could use some dump cake right now. Should I get up? It’s cold and the wind is blowing. Matt is snoring. What was that noise? I’m steering clear of okra this year…

This was my mind at 3:21 this morning.

This is precisely the time of year I force myself to start thinking about my garden, because I’ve watched my most amazing mother-in-law tend her garden for the last 3 years here in the hills of nowhere. But then I wait too long, and by the first week of May I still haven’t planted my tomatoes. As a result, I wind up watching my in-laws reap the fresh goodness of the land (thank goodness they share).

And usually I thank myself for my chronic procrastination. Because I know while it can be an exciting experience, it’s also a huge responsibility. There’s daily, unrelenting work to keep the weeds and varmints...AKA Oli knocked back, pest control...AKA Oli, watering (which, in July and August, has to begin early in the morning), and of course—harvesting the fruits of your labor (the ones Oli or the twins didn’t get) so they don’t wither and waste on the plants.

Wait a minute…WHY do I want a garden so much?

Oh, yeah. I remember: it’s because I have fond memories of tending garden next to my mom as a child. Growing up in the country proved to be one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, next to marriage and motherhood and the fun I have writing for my blog every day (erh, every once in a while).

In addition to continuing to chronicle the progress in raising two wild and crazy chinobillies and our adventures in life, I might be starting a Gardening journal shortly (might is the operative word here. Sometimes I forget five minutes into the future). This is not for you experienced vegetable gardeners or farmers (though you might get a kick out of watching a rookie at work), but for those of you who have a fire in your belly to grow a tomato or a squash or two…but don’t know where to start…neither do I. I have dreams of building simple (very simple) raised vegetable beds, playing in the warm soil, experiencing life through the eyes of my kids and maybe even reaping the rewards. We might even start a compost heap or two, just for kicks. HA! At least the kids are on board!




Now, where did that dear husband of mine go? Oh honey...
Love,
Jenn the Crazy Gardening Dreamer

4 comments:

debby94 said...

Okay, I haven't yet read this latest post, but how did you get the countdown thing? I tried to do the same thing a few minutes ago, but it didn't work.

debby94 said...

A garden will be fun. I doubt I could make anything grow or live very long, but I know YOU can! Good luck with this. I'm excited to see how it turns out. The wind is terrible isn't it? Is it already starting??

Stephanie said...

A garden would be great! I know you would have so much fun with the girls just trying. I am too afraid of the wind we have out here, so I am going to try carrots and potatoes and onions this year. If you have any tips on carrots, I would love to hear. From one rookie to another...have a blast!

Jen Morse said...

Don't bother with corn. We have tried for 2 years now and get nothing but a lot of ugly little wormies. Yuck!! Onions, broccoli, zucchini have been our biggest successes out here in Chinobilly land.