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Changes in the Garden

“God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.”–   J. M. Barrie 

 

 

…and if one is fortunate enough to have a blooming bush in December, the memories are even more fragrant!

December came in with a colorful jacket of reds, yellows, and oranges.  A late October cold snap was just what the trees needed to show off their beauty.  All the trees in my yard are slowly turning.  When there’s any breeze, falling leaves are like twinkling lights falling to Earth.

Sweeping them into piles right now is like ‘shoveling in a snow storm,’ except without the cold.

But the garden! 

It may look like an abandoned enclosure of just leaves, but there is so much growing.  I have peas, brocolli, carrots, beats, swiss chard, sunflowers (I don’t know if they’ll make it), strawberries, parsley, tumeric, and lettuce. There are also many more weed seeds that I have to stay on top of because, although I have had NO weeds at all, when I amended my soil, I used the dirt in my yard and I have hackberry trees surrounding my yard!  Ugh. Daily, I have to pull the seedlings, but eventually, they’ll all be gone and I’m going to have better soil this spring than previous years.  This alone delights me beyond words.

The Persimmon my boys gave me one Mother’s Day.

That dang hackberry seedling. 

A lemon or lime…can’t remember which.

Brocolli!!! This bed is doing great.

Two loquat trees that need to be planted!  

A type of daisy that I absolutely love.  

Beans and spinach, chard and kale, all in one bed.

My lemon tree presently.  In that back boot is a gerber daisy, still growing!

This morning’s pick:  kale, spinach, swiss chard!!!

Carrots and beets.

The Granddaddy oak, front and off-center in our yard.  Today, I spotted a young hawk perching and shooed him away.  Once all the leaves fall, he won’t be able to hide!

As much as I loathe, abhor and dispise hackberry trees, they are pretty when they turn and I am thankful for the privacy they bring us.  Once they are naked, I’ll have to see my neighbors and vice versa…not for too long, though.

This right here~!  My son gave me this plant about nine years ago and this is THE FIRST TIME IT’S BLOOMED!  Lots of TLC with my bunny’s manure, too!

Plant a seed and watch it grow.  This is a Pride of Barbados baby.

I love how even the birds have helped me grow flowers.  This lantana bush is just that…a gift.

the chicken run netting is very heavy laden with leaves that need to be removed.  Another day.

I’ve never seen so many acorns.  My hope is that my tree isn’t dying.

This was a seed this spring!  Now it’s a very healthy loquat tree!

After being in bed for over a day straight with no strength, it felt good today to take my camera out back and capture the beauty in my yard.

I’ve also planted lots of flower seeds:  some black-eyed susans, mixed wildflowers, daisies,  and things I’ve already forgotten (to surprise myself next year).  It ought to be a fun spring!

Loving that kale!

 An avocado tree!!!  Compost pit so who knows if it’ll produce, but it’s shade!

Here’s to fall in Texas!  It’s a wonderful season.

Enjoy your family during the holidays and keep planting!

Starting Small…

Honestly, this is NOT my first garden. I’ve been in love with ‘all things dirt’ since I can remember.

My dad and I would go ‘catch worms’ after dark by watering the ground outside the back door and wait for giant night crawlers to wiggle their way to the surface. We’d stealthily bend down, as still as possible, and yank those suckers out of their hole before they had a chance to escape! It was quite a challenge, but it was so much fun. Those were some good memories and he inadvertently taught me to NEVER give up.

Those three words have become the driving force behind all I do.

I’ve always had a connection to the dirt under my feet. When we moved into that house, I was twelve. It was the second and only other house they ever owned and the yard was so overgrown with weeds and fruit trees. Those trees were laden with peaches and there was a cherry tree too! Rotten peaches everywhere, but I managed to find one and the juice from that peach just ran down my chin. Why they ever cut down all those amazing trees is beyond me. But they did and I still think about how sad it made me.

But the ‘seed’ had been planted. Grow things. Take what you have and do something with it. I remember making myself terrariums and being fascinated with cacti. Hmm. Interesting to remember that after all these years. Cacti was a strange thing to have up north!

After I married Jef, we lived in Lexington, KY, for a season and I planted potatoes (something I’d never done) in our first ‘ renter’ home. We lived there a couple of years and then moved into a larger rental where I planted what turned out to be just gourds! But I planted, watered and it grew.

We moved to Alden, NY back in 1992, and lived on 102 ‘Goody Acres’ as the owner called it, for seven years. It was an amazing time of my life. The garden we had there could have been a real farm. We had so many tomatoes, we would throw them at the trees. It was there that I learned about the term, ‘sandy loam’. Wish I had it here.

It was on that farm that I ‘made’ my kids learn how to use garden tools. It only paid off with two of the five. The twins were born there, but we moved when they were under three. But I planted a seed.

My goal with my ‘urban farm’ is to take the plot of land we own and make the most of it. Along the way, I’m hoping my grandchildren catch a vision of what growing their own food looks like and fall in love with the dirt under their feet.

How Then Shall We Plant?

” Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed… Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.”