Its Labor Day and as I struggle to push my way through the verdant weeds and dry scabland of my garden, ideas just keep rolling through the brain. Next season I need to plant less but better. We need to up production here. What is this, melon ghetto?
I am tired of this section, its time to rip it out, nourish it and put it to bed for the next seven (7?) months for newer and better things. Seven Months? Are you for real? Winter ain't that long! Yeah. I think so.
More control . Give up on veggies here and plant more flowers. Can't I work in some water somewhere?
This is not my yard here, not what the neighbors see or the very rare guests, this is my personal EDEN.
My bio---empire experience. Long may it live, thrive and change.
Back about the year 2003--somewheres there, our bustling retail nursery went bust. Thats a polite way
to put it. And I do't even remember who was President then, so can't blame it on him. We were proud of our family nursery and still are, but it wasn't paying for all the potatos, much less the gravey.
When it wasn't paying the taxes, big brother said, "Hey, you can't work for the sheer fun of it anymore, You are Done." Very brutel. Very heartbreak. Very much a relief, we eventually realized. My husband no longer had to put in 70+ hours a week to keep the little project wet and bug proof
But here I was, a suddenly semi-retired, unemployed mother of many, greenhouse lady put back in a home that had in "The Working Years" became a glorified bus depot, unkept laundry mat, and "stuff" dump. Well, who really wants to face that! Talk about boring, depressing and mentally derailing!
When I escaped into the real world (read fresh air and God's good earth) much of what I had was partially or practically landscaped and semi-orderly. Oh every spring I loaded the 69 pots around the place with flowers and plants and watered them, remembering occasionally to fertilize, but for the majority of the year, what was left but so much yard keeping. Yard Keeping. House Keeping, Home Keeping. Yuck! Where is the inspiring challenge of keeping all of that up?
So my husband, good man that he is, took part of what the kids had used from time to time for FFA animals and made me a Thirteen by Twenty Nine foot, fenced in, gated and watered by overhead cable and low volume sprinkler set up, and said, "Here is your very own. Enjoy, and Stop Complaining.. Of course, I still needed a greenhouse to start plants and such projects-- so He took the old arched timber framework from our first greenhouse at the nursery and set it up complete with double plastic and a pellet stove and water hydrant. "Ok, Have Fun!"
See how easy to please that I was? And delighted. I all but put up "No Trespassing signs"! I would go and set in my little kingdom and plan to my heats content. And I am still planning, still keeping up the mental "No Trespassing Signs". Its still very much MINE. I might allow the grandchild that shows genetic promise of possibly wanting her own "scabland playground someday" to labor and toil beside and before me, but still, its
But like all kingdoms, (sigh) it comes with its own regional and cultural problems.Kind of like Obama's temporary kingdom. Let me tell you there may be a couple of empty arbor benches in my kingdom--but there are no empty chairs!