Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Endless Horizons
I've been in a weird frame of mind lately. What is it that drives us to do what we do? Yesterday I woke up and I had no desire to engage the world at all, but today I was a total fiend for it all. And tomorrow, who knows?
My kale and spinach and radishes have germinated and are growing. I have them covered in hoop houses. I go out there and lift the plastic and see the little things getting bigger, and it makes me happy. And those garlics! So much bigger today than this time last week.
I remember the smell of the greenhouse in my Swedish grandfather's greenhouse. He used to go in there and go to sleep. At the time (I was about 10) I thought it funny, but now it makes sense. Were but that I could talk to him now, or even my father, given what I've learned in the last 35 years.
I'm not certain what I should do anymore. "Helping friends" seems like a no-brainer. But past that, I'm looking at the end of that paddle and wondering what it's pointing to.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
A springtime ritual
Today I filled, amended, cleaned, half-planted, hooped, and covered the first of the raised garden beds for 2012. Radishes, arugula, asian spinach, and kale. The other half is for staggered plantings of the same. I found two wire worms, which quickly turned into wire-worm mush between my fingers (please don't tell PETA). Laura put this bed together for me last year, and she half-filled it with extra native dirt that I had lying around (the dirt ran out, hence the half-filling). So I bought several bags of organic topsoil and compost, and finished the job, along with some bonemeal and mineral goodness. Turn the entire thing with a garden fork, and then get into it with hands and elbows to even the mix, tossing out the stones... rake the whole thing flat, and then out with the 2" planting jig. Seed, water, put in the hoops and then clamp the plastic. That's a satisfying day!
Laura is now asking me to visit her and help her build some garden beds, which I think I should do. She worked hard to put together these beds for me, and to fill them as much as she could with the soil that I had on hand. So a road trip is in order.
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