I’m kind of excited about a few new things going on around here. I’ll admit I have never been all that fond of gardening chores. I think it’s the relentlessness. I enjoy gardening some days, and I find a job well done very satisfying. And then I’ve had enough for a while.
Today, the garden I slavishly weeded yesterday has weeds. Already. Overnight. Can you think of a better word than relentless? Thankless? Never-ending? Merciless?
Yet, each year something about the garden draws me in a little deeper. I have threatened to do this for a while, but resisted. Last year, I even went so far as to buy most of the supplies but didn’t get to the project in time.
But this year is the year. I’m leaving the kiddie pool and am headed definitively towards the deep end. Maybe too deep – we’ll see how long it takes before weeds are overtaking even my dreams…
What am I talking about? Starting my own seeds, silly! This year I’ll have veggies you can’t buy at the store… the secret to amazing pickles? it’s all about amazing cucumbers…
As ambivalent as I am about gardening, you know what I am wholeheartedly fond of? Good food.
Food from the kitchen garden hooked me. Get used to it and there’s no going back. Recipes now begin not at the grocery, but in the seed catalog. Like the old timers, I’m starting to plan things I want to cook a year or two in advance – because to have the right ingredients, I have to grow it myself.
I’m sure I’ve gone way overboard, but I’ll give it my best. I’m planning things that add pleasure to my winters, are fun to give as gifts, go well with my other favorite things like cheese and charcuterie and in general will add summer sunshine to dark snow-filled days.
And don’t think I’m planting just for myself. I’ve got a few treats in store for the Ladies too. Fodder beets and pumpkins anyone? I can’t wait to dish those out once fresh grass is a distant memory.
This quirky-sweet book, Eat More Dirt by Ellen Sandbeck, has been on my shelves for some time, and it’s always good grazing. I savor a morsel here and a bit there, then put it back and forget about it. I bought the book a while ago, sometime just after 9/11. Who knew then that I would be living on a farm with a bunch of funny bovine Ladies? Surely not me…
Today, this quote from the introduction really grabbed me, I suppose because it so well explains what’s been happening to me since we bought this farm:
“ We love that which we know intimately. No lover ever knew his beloved better than a gardener knows his garden. Learning to love a single small plot of earth is a good start toward learning to be protective of our beautiful little planet.”
But do I own this farm? Or does it own me? I’ll have to get back to you on that…
This is no kitchen garden – it’s a field! Freshly plowed, ready for disking & soon to be planted with corn, fodder beets and pumpkins plus a few surprises to come…
This post is part of Simple Lives Thursday. What’s that you ask? It’s an ambitious and enlightening collection of posts from bloggers all over about issues near and dear to my heart: real food and natural living. Check it out!