My husband, (Mr. Official to you, dear reader), is amazingly accommodating when it comes to gardening. He will dig or till up anything I ask him to. Before you think to yourself I am very lucky (I am), and wonder how you can clone him (you can’t), consider the danger that unlimited power can create.
Like most gardeners, I have eyes bigger than my ability to maintain. Each spring, I scheme and dream up all sorts of flower beds and envision the most extraordinary, prolific garden seen outside of Eden. But we’re not in Eden, for reasons that go back a few thousand years.
What we plant we must nurture: water, feed, mulch, weed. Repeatedly.
Last year at this time, we were in the throes of closing in on our closing date and preparing to move into this house. Very little gardening happened in 2011; not in my head, not anywhere. I made it a point to minimize the gardening when we moved in, and that was a good thing. But this year, we’re ready to have a full-fledged kitchen garden and start creating some backyard landscaping, beyond the one puny bed we inherited when we moved in.
And so yesterday the weather and calendar cooperated to bring us a relatively free and clear Saturday. With him on the business end of the tiller, the kitchen garden was soon ready.
After a mercifully brief rain shower, he offered to till a swath in front of the deck while we still had the tiller.
and back up the other side:
It’s a lot of bed to maintain, this I know. But for the beds along the side fence, I’ve already designed the planting scheme, and ordered plants. they are due to arrive in about 10 days.
Admittedly, that does leave me quite a bit of unexpected new bed space (something like 60 linear feet, roughly 3-4 feet deep) to fill. And I need to fill it soon. Because nature doesn’t like voids. If I don’t fill it with something, she will. Even if I beat her to the punch, she has a way of leaving me surprises all summer long.
So much for slowly increasing the landscaping year by year. As we say around here, go big or go home – right after you go to the nursery and haggle for a volume discount.