27 July 2011
in the garden/on the table.
until recently, the garden was mostly my husband's domain; beyond aiming the hose every once in a while I pleaded ignorance. I'm starting to see the joys in the work as the years go by (and I always enjoyed the eating part), but even with two of us on the job we are far from the most impressive, or diligent, of gardeners. it's kind of a benevolent chaos out there: we're not big weeders; we're hesitant to thin rows; tomatoes go unstaked; we let the volunteer plants grow as they may. the kids run freely around, and over, whatever we can manage to keep alive.
And still it provides:
not sure if it is luck or just good compost. the herbs were our gateway drug, and we always seem to overestimate what we can keep up with (eating and tending). still, some slow learning over the years has helped us decide what does and doesn't work for us in terms of selecting plants--though we put in zucchini again this year?!--and we like this book a lot. the kids love the dirt, the blogosphere inspires, other slacker-gardeners cheer us on, and our understanding of where food ought to come from (but so often doesn't) evolves. at the back of mind I contemplate taking over the operations, pushing for neater rows or raised beds... but for now I am OK with taking a helpful backseat. except with the eating, which I will captain with a smile on my face.