two steps forward, one step back

I read somewhere a description of gardening as “think of your garden as your living room.” I look at my living room and think, it looks pretty solid, unlike the ocean a few blocks away.

In reality, it’s fluid in that, over time, the furniture has changed position, some pieces have moved to other rooms or out of the house entirely, to be replaced by others.

The same is true in my garden(s). An entire vegetable garden was established and then abandoned. The neighbor planted invasive bamboo to the west; no more afternoon summer sun, and the roots have invaded the beds and are impossible for me to dig up. Small trees were planted to the south and east, now grown so tall as to block sun from those directions as well. Roots from other neighboring older trees have also invaded the raised beds. Only a few bushes remain in this garden.

In the other two garden areas, squirrels and rabbits and slugs munch on everything except the oregano that marches on, spreading everywhere (even into the gravel driveway.). Other herbs also survive…rosemary, lavender, echinacea.

When windstorms pass through, tree branches inevitably fall on fences.

But gardening carries on…chaotic at best. I moved a small flowering plant from where I originally planted it, at the base of a fir tree in the middle of the driveway loop, in that shaded area above. The plant was desperately trying to grow around the tree, reaching for more sun. So I planted it in my herb garden…where it thrives. But now it is trying to take over the herbs, so I must trim it back aggressively.

Today I discovered the daffodils that decided they wanted to move…towards the aggressive unknown flowering plant. So now I really need to trim, and move the path…

My husband built me a small raised bed in that same area, hoping to please me since raised beds are my passion as I approach my mid-seventies. Not raised quite enough; one 2×6 deep, I will still need to kneel to tend to it. For me, my knees have not been strong my entire life, so…what to do…I will plant herbs and flowers I hope will be the least attractive to all the critters…perennials…mound up the bed by moving soil and placing a couple layers of small branches and unfinished compost down and then putting the soil back in place on top. The combination of perennials and materials that will break down slowly over time will mean minimal maintenance. Trim plants back some every year, cut and drop weeds, add some mulch on top every fall…easy.

My husband also promises a new raised bed on legs this spring, with protection against critter invasions. Hope for the future, knowing fully well that there will be trials and errors, with plants moving from place to place until they find their forever homes…as forever as one can hope for. A plant dies now and again, only to return to the soil and feed what follows…mitochondria, an annual flower, a perennial herb, or a majestic fir tree, never far away.

Don’t underestimate the power of a colorful garden

This time of year, I look for color in my refrigerator. Every meal, I choose what I eat according to the colors, trying to include green and as many bright colors as possible. As winter wears on in its weary way, the colors come from farther away…boo! Local foods from local farms and gardens are so much more flavorful. But I’ll settle for broccoli and brussel sprouts, cauliflower and potatoes, carrots, radishes, turnips…trying my best to brighten my plate.

I’m also test germinating seeds from my dubious seed stash, so many seeds that aren’t labeled as to when they were harvested. Seed packets with dates on them that (no pun intended) push the envelope of whether they are still viable. One scarlet runner bean sprouting, nudging memories of that year (about 20 years ago) when I dedicated a thirty-foot garden bed to just them. What a riot of color that row was, so worth it just for the joy.

In sharp contrast, five borage seeds are sprouting, along with the memories of small star-shaped blue flowers on fuzzy plants. Blue is not always an easy color to add to your garden. It’s also why a patch of blue sky today is so welcome…

The December Gardener

Today I’m sorting through old seeds. (Spoiler: I don’t throw any seeds away, however old they may be). I have a seed viability chart handy and sort the seeds into two piles.

One is much larger than the other because I’m eternally optimistic. This is the “worth trying” pile. The other is the “probably hopeless but I’ll scatter them somewhere in the spring” pile. As in, the chart says they’re viable for one or two years and these are 8 years old…some may say I’m throwing them away, but I’m giving them to a good home, may they rest in peace if they don’t sprout.

A few at a time (because I have limited space to work with), I’ll wrap a few of the worth trying seeds in damp paper towels, and place the towels into carefully labeled plastic ziplock bags, and set them in a warm place. This is how I decide what to grow next spring. I may supplement with a nursery plant or two (or so I tell myself), but that is planned with seed catalog viewing…after the viability tests are over.

Seed catalog browsing will be my January “gardening”. I buy all my seeds from a local farm, just a few miles from my home. My favorite nursery just a few miles further away.

Seed Viability Chart: https://homesteadandchill.com/old-seeds-viability-chart/

Fall and Winter: What’s a gardener to do?

1. Sleep deeply under warm wool blankets, dreaming.

2. Fall: yard and garden cleanup, mulching, admiring foliage.

3. Winter: Bundle up in a wool sweater while sipping tea from your herb garden and looking at seed catalogs. Plan ways to outsmart the squirrels and bunnies.

4. Read a good gardening book –

Novice Gardener’s Guide to Raised Bed Gardening

In the beginning, I am…

Twisting gardening rules daily

I mean really…with the number of squirrels we have, you’d think their garden would be top of the line! Instead, I blame most of some of the mayhem and chaos around here to their improper gardening skills. Welcome to my chaotic gardening world where squirrels do most of the planting while I carry on about how it should be in a perfect world. Humor being the greatest coping mechanism known to mankind.