Yesterday was the most beautiful Spring day here—blue skies, sunshine and mild air—so my husband Mike and I decided to get busy on taking back our garden.
With our wedding this past September, we certainly dropped our Summer gardening abruptly. We are usually most diligent in the Summer months, but truthfully, it’s possible to garden all year here in the Central Valley of California. But because of the wedding and the hoopla that goes along with it (plus a nice honeymoon afterward), we really just left our community garden plot for dead. We visited a couple times this winter, mainly to gape at the hovel that the garden had become, but this weekend we finally got out the shovels and tore into it.
It occurs to me that perhaps I am going against nature by ripping out plants that are making a good living just from rain and wild seeding, but alas, we would like to grow things to eat, and grasses just won’t cut it.
Here’s a before picture of our plot:
Our garden plot is one among many at our community garden, so it’s nearly impossible to see where ours begins and ends here, but you can see: it is a jungle of weeds.
Here’s us at the half-way point, with our garden spot beginning to take shape again:
A few desirable plants managed to survive the take-over: daffodils, a fennel plant that seeded itself from last year’s planting, and some little lettuces. These plants are survivors—amazing!
And . . . drum roll please . . . here’s a look at our plot after a couple hours of toiling:
It is a very modern human reaction to nature, but I have always found the sight of a cleared garden to be beautiful—so much possibility. It also has an egomaniac touch to it—I TAMED the jungle! But we all know that it’s only momentary—nature is always one step ahead—new grasses are already seeding themselves as we speak. Ah, well, we did have our moment in the sun! We also planted some seeds of our own: carrots, onions, bok choy, lettuce, and beans. We’ll see how they come along.