Why start a garden?

I've been asked to give a talk on gardening, more specifically, 'Why start a garden?'.  It seems  so obvious to me, especially since these days when there is a resurgence in gardening.  I don't  know who the audience is, or the demographic.  But that shouldn't  matter,  I'm guessing that I've been asked to come and share my enthusiasm and passion for gardening.  Because I've been gardening for my entire adult life, I don't question why I  garden.  It becomes more of an existential question since it is so visceral for me. 


When the ground starts to thaw and I can smell the earth my instincts kick in.  Walking around  muddy, sleepy garden beds I see what's coming to back to life.  The dissecated stalks from last year's herbs remind me where plants will return.  I crush their leaves to see if any aroma remains. Any surviving greens deserve to be tasted or eaten.  Root vegetables that weren't harvested last season are pulled out of curiosity.  How did they survive the fluctuations of freezing and thawing?  I don't  wait to wash them, I bite and chew as I discern the sweetness which accumulates as the temps dropped last fall and I'll admit that I don't mind the residual grit that remains in my mouth.  The greens that are still vibrant under the cold frames are still worthy of a meal.  These are the signs that it's time to get back to work.


Garden chores are done by rote as the season dictates. Then a sort of rhythm ensues.  Spring is for clean up and discovery and prepping beds for seeding.  By starting long season crops indoors under lights, I get a jump on the season. 


Describing a lifestyle that is coupled with the environment may not be easily relatable.  We live in a time of great convenience.  It's easy to not have to think about food until you're hungry.  By that I mean, having the forethought to plant food for the future doesn't apply in the same way it might have in our past.  As a modern American, I garden because I choose to, not because I can't subsist by not doing so.


As a young person, I was making a connection to the seasons to my surroundings, and to the whims of nature.  Having an appreciation for what my toiling could achieve began to shape a lot of my perceptions around food.  To begin with, I realized how much work was required to grow food.  A new appreciation for the farmers of this world came into focus.  Other people made it so simple for me to go to a grocery store.  If anything, when I first started, if attempting to grow something failed, I could still go buy it. But then, growing a garden gave me control over how things would be grown.  I didn't realize it at the time but it was a powerful act, I was learning one of the many arts of self reliance coupled with pleasure.


When I was growing up my mom had a garden.  Although not extensive, there were always tomatoes, cucumbers, zucchinis and basil in the summer.  You may be surprised to learn I had no interest what so ever in helping or learning anything about those gardens, although I love the memory of my father taking the guts from his cleaned fish and blenderizing them into a stinky smoothie that was then lovingly spooned into the base of each tomato plant. 


It wasn't until I left home  that I dug my first garden.  Most likely because I am a vegetarian I decided it was time to learn how to raise my own vegetables.  I had no experience, no mentors, just desire.  So I delved in, with a few books and a subscription to Organic Gardening I began the journey that would begin to identify me.  A few years along I made some new friends that were gardeners, to whom I would look to for guidance.  When I look back on some of earliest gardens I'm so impressed by that young me,  I had bountiful harvests, I made it my business to learn how to can.  I often grew things that I didn't even like (at the time) such as turnips and beets and chard.  I just gave them away.  Just the pure delight that I received by having grown something eatable was sufficient.


More importantly, I started to make connections with the energy of the garden. I honed my sense of awareness and observation.  I was the guardian of this environment and if I paid close attention it would let me know what it needed.  And as Michael Pollan describes in his book 'The Botany of Desire', you are no longer manipulating the plants but they start to manipulate you.  I became a servant to the garden's needs.  Close observation taught me how to slow down and watch, I learned how to get very quiet so I could hear and see.  How many times have I  been in the garden and lost track of time? Chores in the garden were no longer considered jobs. I am always excited to get to 'work' and then a sense of calm and peace ensues.


Gardening is a lot like being an artist.  I grow a variety of medicinal herbs, flowers, fruit trees, seeds and berries in addition to vegetables.  I often think of my plants as pallet from which I arrange to create a beautiful scape.  I have many gardens all a little different and always, always changing from year to year.  Plants are often moved around, I allow for the ones who move on their own to flourish in the the new spot which they've chosen to seed themselves. Whether it is grown to attract beneficial insects or to feed me, the aesthetic component plays as big a part as any of the elements that go into growing a garden. I have to confess there have been times when I (temporarily) didn't harvest a crop as it would change the 'look' of what I've created. 



But it's not always harmony and sunshine in the garden.  I can be brutal at times, and if it's  not producing, it's off with your head and you're out of here!  After all, I am in it for the food, space is always at a premium in the garden. Whether you've gone to seed to early or I've been waiting for you to fruit for 5 years, I'm ultimately the master of my little gardening universe. 


Something that all gardeners have in common is that we want to share.  Over abundance is a gift.  When I start seedlings I can't bear not to see them grow to maturity, setting  them out to the compost just doesn't seem right, of course I'll try to find a home for them.  Perennials that keep expanding scream to be divided.  I'm delighted when I find a friend creating a new garden who can use some free plants.  It's an opportunity to spread my progeny.  I have a special connection to a plant that came from a particular person or place, especially ones that reminds me of a story.


I've come to realize that plants have personalities.  I find them to be pushy, shy, mean, slow, fast.  They have different needs and in their own way they are communicating. Take  the stinging nettle that I've invited into one of the veg gardens, I put it right next to the the entrance and every time I walk by it  stings me as a way of reminding me that it's there, I'll often say out loud "I know you're there" in response to their bite. It's one of my favorite nutrient rich spring greens.  The one chamomile I put in so many years ago is literally all over the property.  She blows around self seeding anywhere she can take purchase. Now I can harvest her flowers from many locales on the property.


For the many years I've been a gardener I've built soil where there was clay and neglect.  I've created an 'edible landscape' where there were just water loving shrubs and trees.  Now they lure birds and insects who make their homes there.  I've made use of a front yard that grew food instead of grass and brought awareness to a community that hadn't seen anything like it beforehand and it created a conversation.  I've built gardens for people who didn't know how to and mentored them in the art of gardening and called it a business.  Why do I grow a garden? Because it feeds my soul, and it feeds my body.  I am nurtured on a metaphysical level that can't be quantified. I hear it calling me, sometimes at great distances, and I wonder, is it dependent on me or am I dependent on it?...

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Echinacea

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Pepper harvest

Birdhouse Gourd

Birdhouse Gourd

Is all the effort worth it?

 

Is all the effort worth it?

It's 1988 and I'm a stay at home mom with a new born and a 3 year old.  I'm up to my eyeballs in cloth diapers (diaper service was trying to make a come back) and baby snot.  I was a newbie gardener, canning my loot, baking bread, trying my hand at making soy milk, knitting sweaters, quilting blankets, if you looked out at my laundry on the line you'd see an assortment of plastic bags drying too. I  sound like a cliche of all those things that hipsters in B'klyn are doing now, but this was nearly 30 years ago.  

There was a time when it occurred to me, that as a stay at home mom for the foreseeable future it could be a perfect opportunity for me to hone my skills and become  more self sufficient.  I was enamored  reading Organic Gardening, Mother Earth News and The Whole Earth Catalog.  I dreamed of becoming a homesteader.  I wanted to be one of those 'people'.   I wanted to raise most of my food, homeschool my kids, and live off the land.  (Ha!) But alas, I was in a NJ suburb within earshot of Interstate 78 and I was feeling like my life was on hold while I was raising a family. My 'wusband' (past tense for husband) didn't share my fantasy however he was supportive of the majority of my 'projects'.  I could 'pretend' to be a homesteader in the suburbs; sorta...So I sought to educate myself in what was once considered necessary living skills.  

Fast forward 30 years and most of those skills became an important part of who I am today.

Recently, some family members came for a ski visit.  I made lunches to take to the mountain and every evening I'd collect the used sandwich bags to be washed out and dried on my special drying rack  http://www.reuseit.com/floworks-design-floworks-design-plastic-bag-and-bottle-dryer.htm?affid=GA&gclid=COLg1KPK3tECFYF8fgodVv4NQA  My guests complied, albeit with quizzical looks which suggested; why would I bother? Cleaning plastic bags is a perfect example of one of those things I've done for so long it's second nature.  Less waste is the obvious reason. Plastic has become so ubiquitous that it's hard to see.  But for me it raises alarms. I do my best to keep my food purchases that are wrapped in plastic to a minimum.  Sometimes shopping can be down right crippling as every purchase becomes a conundrum; to buy or not to buy. Does this purchase align with my values? Whether it's the ingredients or its packaging; those choices can all be very exhausting.  I don't exaggerate when I tell you sometimes I'll go a little thirsty before I'll buy bottled water. Please don't mistake my commitments as a show of righteousness, I still live in the world and have to make plastic purchases.  I submit that I am merely trying to remain conscious of my day to day purchases and reduce my footprint.       

Recently  I've begun to see some plastic bag alternatives.  One I've found is actually old school, beeswax infused cotton, used to cover bowls and wrap food such as sandwiches and it easily wipes clean. If you are a DIY player, you can make them yourself and even revitalize them when it starts to break down after a years' use.
DIY; http://www.rootsimple.com/2016/06/waxed-cloth-food-wrap-made-in-a-solar-oven-for-bonus-self-righteousness-points/ 
You can also purchase them. http://www.beeswrap.com


Composting seems an obvious practice, especially as a gardener. But when you live half the year in a high alpine environment in a condo it's not an option, Still....  I can't throw vegetable peels and coffee grinds in the trash in good conscience .   So, I've purchased compostable bags to line my compost bucket and keep it in a trash bin on the deck.  It all freezes and when I visit friends I come bearing gifts of compost.  One might consider this a hassle, but I don't. To me it just makes sense. In my mind I think why wouldn't I?  And of course when I am at my other home I make heaps of compost for my gardens.

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The question remains though, does it make a difference?  I like to think it does.  When someone comes to visit, perhaps they notice and perhaps they are curious enough to ask why.  I'm happy to share my experience.


As I continue to work to reduce my trash, imagine my good fortune when I realized a friend of mine lisabagwell.com is an upcycle artist, (she would tell you she just likes to make art from trash).  For the last 3 years I've been saving bottle caps, corks, chip bags, lemon/avocado mesh bags, screw tops, etc. for her future projects.   Her pieces are quite remarkable and are something to behold.  It offers me another option beyond the trash bin and Lisa's artwork gives us an opportunity to contemplate the wanton use of disposable items.

A life time of practice becomes second nature, but it need not take 30 years to make changes for a new life style.  I would argue that seemingly small actions do make a difference in the day to day practices of an American householder, and after all, there may be someone who is paying attention.

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Plastic bag drying rack

 

Is there a greater audience

Is there a greater audience?

When 4 or more random people within a period of  weeks say to you 'have  you ever thought of writing or creating a blog', one has to wonder, what is the universe trying to tell me?....

What is it specifically that those people thought I had to say....? Was it that hot sauce I fermented last summer, the healing salve I've been making from my garden herbs the last 20 years, or perhaps my idiosyncratic practices that I no longer recognize until I have a guest that questions those practices.  Maybe the most telling was the response from family members about my most recent holiday I wrote to them about.  So the question posed, is there a greater audience? 

Here's the interesting thing, as a young person, I was convinced that I wasn't able to articulate my thoughts in a way that got my message across.   Often times I would end a sentence with 'ah forget it, I can't explain'.  I convinced myself that I wasn't smart enough to continue college and dropped out after sophomore year never to return because I lived in fear of having to write a paper.  No one was telling me I didn't have the smarts, I was my own worst enemy.

 I came from a household where if I didn't know the definition of a word I was sent to look it up in our family dictionary.  Begrudgingly, I would march off to 'look it up', I don't know if I retained the definitions, but it was a regular practice in our home.  My mother has always been a bibliophile, well read in the classics, a NY Times devotee (not just on Sundays) and hands down has the best vocabulary of anyone I know.  I still ask her to define the unfamiliar words she uses in casual conversation. An amateur writer herself, she's written short stories, ghost writes for her husband, and has a propensity for writing touching obituaries for friends and family.  

When my mother whom I greatly respect as a writer praised something I had written, it was duly noted and I was flattered.  It appears that the time is now, I will touch on the things that have defined and enriched my life.  It is my hope that among my musings you find something that touches you. 

Here are a few subjects I will touch on;

Gardening
Homesteading
Herbalism
Cooking
Kitchen Chemistry
Travel
Bikes
Kite Boarding
Skiing
Colorado
Life Style
Human Impact

 

 

 

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Lake Dillon, morning paddle