"What have you been doing for the last 3 months?" my wife asks me. "You haven't posted in
forever."
"I just haven't
been inspired to write" I reply.
And it's true. To be even a halfway decent writer you have to be
inspired. The words should flow through your fingers. And although we've had
some good meals out, the food scene as of late just hasn't moved me to open up
the laptop and start typing away.
It's also true that
our CSA share from Greensgrow is in full swing now, meaning that we are cooking
at home with all those beautiful fruits and vegetables.
It's also also true
that we are now the proud caretakers of a community garden plot in Liberty
Lands park, just steps from our front door. So on top of all our CSA veggies,
we are now starting to harvest our own cucumbers, tomatoes, jalapeños , long
hots, eggplants, basil, and watermelons. That's a lot of produce.
So maybe it's not
that I haven't been inspired, it's that the inspiration is coming from a
different source these days. Spare time
is spent tending the garden. Weeding,
watering, training tomato vines, curtailing watermelon runners before they take
over the whole plot. Meeting other
gardeners, seeing what they are growing, picking up tips on pruning a raspberry
bush or getting a good pesto recipe.
There's also volunteer hours spent in Liberty Lands itself - part of the
arrangement for getting a spot in the community garden.
If it sounds like a
lot of work, it is. But it's incredibly rewarding when you harvest your
tomatoes for that first panzanella salad of the summer. A quick walk over to
the garden and we've got fresh cut flowers for the house or jalapenos for some
homemade Pad Thai. Speaking for myself, gardening is also amazingly
relaxing. Mindlessly pulling weeds on a
warm summer evening is as good as meditation for me. Brings me back to hours
spent in the backyard with my mother. I always wanted to help. She would let me
pick what we grew that summer and I remember bursting with excitement for those
three ears of corn we harvested. I'm sure she was rolling her eyes when her 7
year old son decided we'd grow corn, but she'd always go along with it. Children and gardens teach you patience, I
suppose.
This thing you've
created and crafted. Cared for and
nurtured. Sweating and sometimes
bleeding. There is a certain amount of
pride in bringing it to fruition and seeing that first watermelon start to take
shape. It is also humbling and
exceedingly frustrating when you do everything right and the eggplants don't
get taller than 7". Maybe they need
more sun. Will have to remember that for
next year. Curious onlookers passing
through the park, stopping to say hello and complimenting us on the garden is
lovely though. Such a bucolic setting
with the birds chirping and the smells of mint and lavender swirling in the air
as we brush by it underfoot.
These are a few
shots of the garden from early July.
Tomato plants are huge now and we've had to start tying them to the fence to keep them vertical. The first red ones just starting to
appear. The watermelon plant is doing
it's best to conquer every other living thing.
I swear to god it grows a foot per day.
We keep scolding it and turning the runners back on itself. Almost time to harvest the basil and make a
batch of pesto. The jalapeños are coming
in the dozens. We'll be pickling those for use at a later date. We get a cucumber every couple days and they
have been delicious. The
"mulch" on the ground is Salt Hay.
It dates back to colonial times and is harvested from sea marsh grasses
close to the shore. Since there's no
seeds in it, it makes perfect bedding material as it won't sprout anything. It doesn't break down very quickly, is 100%
organic and is locally sourced. Score.
What an amazing
experience it's been so far - and we've only been at it for a few months now. We'll
try to check back in on the garden every month or so and see what's in
season. Maybe some recipes from what we
grow. Maybe even some gardening tips. Enjoy the summer while it lasts. It'll be time for planting broccoli and kale
before you know it.
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