The Garden

Is it too soon to be thinking about the garden? This year, I hope to hire an experienced gardener to get me closer to what I desire. With my amateurish knowledge, I have created many less-than-satisfactory gardens over the years. I did learn to navigate seaside gardens with the help of my brother, a master gardener. However, moving to the mountains, it’s been a struggle. Is it the soil, the fertilizer, the light loving vs. shade loving plants, companion planting yay or nay, not enough or too much watering? There’s a lot to know.

When I first moved here, I also struggled with to have or not to have a garden as I was living in a rental.

This is my third spring in this rental house. It seems I have trouble claiming a rental as my home. I don’t fully set the house up for myself. No sooner did I arrive than I thought about moving. I’ve made friends, created a community, yet feel unsettled, ungrounded and barely beginning to cultivate a garden. The refrain is “Well, it’s not my house.” or “I’m going to move, so what’s the point?”
I haven’t moved. I’m here now, so today I begin the garden in earnest. The dirt beneath my fingernails tattles on me. The pebbles and soil tracked into the house…is a giveaway. My newly tanned nose and shoulders, messy play clothes reveal that I’ve been digging in the dirt.
In the mountains, a long winter turns into a slip of spring and then plunges rapidly into summer. She who dawdles loses gardening moments. I’m not much for lawns. but this property has a front and back lawn. It’s my responsibility to water them and keep them mowed. I’ve hired a gardener for mowing twice a month. If it were my house, the lawns would be flower beds, vegetable and herb gardens. Yet, there are enough other areas to cultivate some of my favorites and a few surprises.
Last summer I bought two maples in pots and placed them outside the kitchen and bedroom windows that face out on a fence. I also bought a wisteria trailing leaves…where to put it? I’m painting that section of the fence a terracotta color and dressing it up with a ceramic decorative sun and other ornaments. I want to love where I live. The neighbor’s old oak tree has leafed out overnight. The parasitic mistletoe doesn’t seem to meddle with the new leafy display. I want to travel some this summer, but I also want to keep this garden. I want to learn its language, meet the elemental beings if they want to be known, the birds and butterflies and to be grateful for all of it.

{This is the first in a series about some of my experiences in the garden.}

Swallowtail on Delphinium