A few months ago, the world changed and shifted. New characters in my lifebook appeared and others tiptoed off. Some “laid off” habits were laid off themselves, unable to keep up with full-time work, a feeding garden, four cats, friends and family.
And in return, Tiny Tim’s Garden now supports 24 corn plants, 19 tomato plants (Ida Gold, heirloom Brandywine, green zebra, organic cherry, silver fir, sauce tomatoes (from the annual seed swap) Polar), a squillion squash (mostly winter: Red Kuri, Carnival, Organic acorn, blue Hubbard, Organic Spaghetti, but there are organic zucchini and yellow summer squash for grilling).
Peppers? Yes, I grew starts of Corni de Toro (an Italian cooking pepper) an ancho and an early jalapeno, then augmented them with organic pepper starts from Windy Meadows Farm and Cascade Cuts: Orange and mucho nacho and a serrano pepper. But I let the Bee’s Friend and California poppies explode, so they suffered in shade and silence until about two weekends ago–Weekends are another story, perhaps even another post. Now I hope for several peppers, not dozens, and an entry into my garden diary–start more, let them stay in the house or the garden, and get them pickled!.
Again, this year we are sporting feeding garden sculptures. Our friend Dave, who lives with us, threw together two slender, elegantly tipsy bean teepees for the runners like Kentucky Blue Pole Beans or slender Emerile beans from Renee’s Garden Seeds. At this date, they’re beginning to bulge pretty pink flowers, though their bush bean first cousins have flowered and offer crunchy sweetness to the Gardner, right off the bush.
Crunch sweetness makes me think of the new back garden, a raised bed next to the greenhouse and sitting smack dab against our neighbor James’ fence that Bruce build two years ago. Dave devised a wall climbing fence, and the garden peas and golden snap peas cling, grow, and are trained back down to earth–one of those truly delightful jobs, like gingerly lifting errant tomato plants to their rightful higher place. ‘Without my watching,” muses the Gardener, “they would not grow so well.”
Gardening makes me slow down and care more deeply. I open cat food cans and wrestle with bags of dry food because it’s unthinkable to let our invited guests go hungry. Same principle applies to gardening, I think, and generally it’s an insanely huge ROI–return on investment.
I’ll tell you more next post . . .love from me, Tiny Tim, and all the creatures large and small who are part of this garden.