“I feel like I don’t have a good relationship with my plants anymore.”
“Oh? Well maybe you should get to know them a little better,” my mother said laconically.
It’s true, though.
When I started my first garden on Washington Blvd., it was like everything grew with wild abandon. I had a tomato plant during the winter. I had a whole shelf (which turned into a yard) full of sprouts beginning that February. Everything thrived. Flowers bloomed, pumpkins grew with wild abandon, all was well.
I took a break in the last two years because I moved to a new place in both Augusts, right before any kind of harvest. I kept the plants that live throughout the year, but it was a hard transition into container gardening. There’s a small, but real difference. I can still garden in containers, and even bring them into safety when there’s a threat of frost, but I miss having my babies in the ground. I’ve got more container practice under my belt, so I thought that maybe it will be a better year.
I got really ambitious as a result of that thought. I had huge plans, after all.
And, as the list grew and I started mass producing sprouts, I kind of lost track of my plants. In years before, I always knew exactly what I was growing and where it was. This is way different from that. Once I realized that, I stopped trying to sprout things. I limited myself to one or two types of vegetable/herb/flower and started giving away extras. The unexpected outcome of this action was that I was sharing my love with others and got to know my neighbors a little better. I also got to donate some sprouts to my mother’s garden. It feels nicer in my little garden now. I know what I have and what I don’t. They seem to be growing a little better with the increased amount of love.
I’m still ready to have a huge garden, but I’ll save that for when I have the room and the time. Right now, I’m good with what I have.