Since this is the first spring in this house I’m getting to discover all it’s flowery charms for the first time. A couple little Star Magnolias in the corner, the many Viburnum bushes budding with their blooms, and of course, my favorite, a gnarly old Red Bud leaning over our back fence.
Of course all the gardening I’ve been doing has been equally exciting. I planted beets in one of my beds and plan on planting another bed of beets before long. I also planted green beans and sugar snap peas. I have a specified place for vine plants to climb up the trellis of our deck but a packet of seeds is a LOT more than would fit there so I decided to get creative and plant snap peas along one of the fence lines as well….the one that gets sun.
I bought a rhubarb plant with some maturity and that is possibly my most exciting addition. I realize I am likely the only 20 something at my local nursery having a conniption fit over finding such a gorgeous rhubarb planting and willingly handing twenty bucks over for it. But I carry that solitude with pride because I like the company of older ladies and, of course, my parents.
It’s more than just my desire to grow food, and enjoy the garden, though. I’m hoping to create a space that is appealing, filled with interest and discovery for my boys. I want a yard they can play baseball in, but also a yard they can pick tomatoes, learn to love herbs, watch slugs and caterpillars. Somewhere they can explore, even though it’s not big. A place they can learn to nurture productive plants and enjoy flowering ones. A safe place filled with stimulation and calm, all at once. I don’t really have a good picture of the whole yard but half of it is a green space where they can run around and the other half, separated by a sidewalk to our patio area, is my garden. Here’s a little view of part of it.
My garden isn’t grown yet and the grass is only just now starting to turn green but already we’ve studied earth worms, dug in the dirt, played ball, and even played in water a little bit this spring. I’m excited for all the other things we’ll be able to do as the season progresses.
My garden is my investment. When I plant a few stick raspberry plants I envision a raspberry bramble in a few years, when plant a few strawberry plants I see an over grown patch next year. When I shop for a sour cherry tree I see it blooming in our future. I see my kale plants rising above the beds and my cilantro reseeding itself in July. When I plant sage I know it’ll be back next spring and the spring after that, getting bigger and bigger. Every failure, is an altered plan for the next year.
While I plan my tomato and pepper beds I know it means rows and rows of canned salsas, sauces and pickles in my larder.
It’s fun, it’s therapeutic and I know that somehow it’s in my genetics because every year without fail I get excited, get out there and grow plants. I’m no veteran, my last house had a huge slew of challenges that were oh so difficult to overcome. One reason our current house appealed to me was simply because the backyard looked like it had a lot of potential for gardening. Now I feel like I’m finally able to actually garden with a lot of success but all the failures I had before helped me learn so much and allow me to proceed with confidence.