The winter garden is just about kaput, and none too soon, as it is almost -
SPRING PLANTING TIME!
Spring is when everyone, even the most metropolitan, 5th generation removed from the land, city slickers (he’s right behind me, isn’t he? (Curly (Jack Palance) that is)) among us long to till the earth. To feel the crumbling soil, smell the fragrant loam, and you know, all that flowery crap. My goal is to channel all those misguided gardening urges into building community and serving the Lord. Doesn’t seem like too much to ask, does it?
So here is the plan – (I’ve run this by Seth while we held court at the Whip In as the soaker hoses ran last Saturday morning, so this holds water. By the way, we were greeted at the Whip In by Anastasia, the morning barkeep, with “They’re alive!” It was like we were Norm at Indian/78704 Cheers.)
So, the plan -
1 We harvest the last of the carrots and broccoli.
2 We rip everything up.
3 We pull up all the trellising.
4 Then we have the Monty Don, Double Dig, compost and fertilizer extravaganza.
5 Then we plant tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes, that is. That’s right, just tomatoes. Both Seth and I believe that our small garden is just too distracted when we plant all the fun stuff we want to grow. So we are going to focus on tomatoes. And we are going to grow an absolute manure ton of them.
First thing first, Team McAlister / Chilton is working this weekend. They will harvest the carrots and any broccoli still around. Then they will pull all living things from the garden.
Then, over the next few weeks we’ll let the garden lie fallow before the big rebuild.
Onwards, to tomatoes!