By Edith Morgan
It is so great to live in a part of the world that has four seasons! Every year we participate in nature’s birth, blooming, reproducing, then sleeping, resting – and then beginning the whole process all over. Each season brings its own unique beauties!
That’s why I enjoy watching what will come up on its own, starting seeds in my various indoor experiments in March, and going out daily to see what’s up. On a bad weather day I can dream over the wonderfully tantalizing catalogs that come before March and see what is sprouting in my eggshells, pots and other trays.
My house sits on a 70’ by 70’ lot and takes up most of it, so there is not much space left to grow things. But nature manages to get a foothold in cracks, in the lawn, anywhere there is a bit of dirt, some sun, and occasional rain. What started out as a fern or two is now a lush yearly cover around the house; the Solomon’s seal has filled in every available space before the porch, and the lilies of the valley crowd each other out on the side, yearly more dense and fragrant. The forsythia bloom despite their northern location, and the azalea bursts into full flower in the spring.
This year I am trying out two raised boxes (4′ by 6’) beside the house, filled with a rich mixture of soil, manure and fertilizer. Tomatoes, peppers, potatoes and sundry herbs are thriving there, and I just have to make sure that they get watered on dry spells.
At the only really sunny corner I have, I am growing, or letting grow, strawberries, two yucca plants, and a wild mix of daisies, day lilies, a few scattered tulips, an invasion of chives, and pots of all kinds that have geraniums, gladiolas and various other bulbs. I call that area. “my little God’s one-tenth acre” and just watch what comes up. As I get older (almost 90 now) I want to enjoy seeing things grow without having to babysit a lot of plants each year.
Things seem far more lush than usual this year. I think it is one of the few benefits of the novel coronavirus: less driving, less air pollution, more totally clear blue skies, all have given Mother Nature the go-ahead to expand and celebrate!
AS I write this, my mock orange bush is in bloom, the peonies too are putting out their wonderful fragrance, in three colors, and the roses are full of buds – they should be open for Father’s Day. The invasive wisteria still snakes around everything Maybe next year I can train the tendrils along some kind of structure, give it its own place, and hopefully get it to finally bloom, too.
If am still “self-quarantined” due to the pandemic next spring, maybe I can undertake more ambitious gardening. That is something we can all do, alone or with others. And sharing cuttings, harvest and floral gifts is always an added blessing.