Planting a Garden Becoming a Beatle

A better garden than mine

 

Planting a Garden Becoming a Beatle
 
As the sun beats down in a pretense of summer I am off to conquer new skills, connect with mother earth, and have seven birthdays with thirty five people.
 
The last garden I planted was in 1981. I had just bought a house in Brantford that had previously been owned by a delightful Italian couple. The back yard hosted a large garden, several fruit trees and flowers everywhere including roses climbing one wall of the house. Oh the joy, the excitement, the whole ‘Green Acres’ of it all.
 
Yesterday I posted on genes and traits and all things lacking so you must already have come to the conclusion that though not listed, but definitely not present is the gardening Mother Nature gene.
 
I tilled the garden (truth be told a neighbor tilled the garden) but I was with him in spirit. I planted every veggie possible in straight rows and each night went to bed with dreams of sugar plums ..I mean baskets of healthy fresh veggies in my head.
 
At first it was pure joy watching and watering seeing life literally spring up. Then the nightmare began, the torture, the exhaustion, and the work.
 
First came little nasties called weeds, then the birds (the original cast of the movie I think) that perched on my rooftop awaiting noisily the fruits of my cherry trees. Then the roses showed their true evil character spreading wildly and generally making a mess of themselves. And the grass, no matter how often mowed kept growing. And the nicely trimmed huge hedge raised it’s million little arms…trim me trim me they cried. And green things of all sorts crept up between patio stones.
 
So all of a sudden my dreamy summer days of coming home from work and reclining on my patio in the midst of beauty became hell. Getting home I would change and head outside always trying but never conquering or even becoming one with nature.
 
The garden came to fruition and no matter what else existed in the world it had to be picked, blanched, canned, frozen, immediately. Immediately! And I had no idea that those few seeds I planted would turn into enough for a small country.
 
My brother and sister-in-law moved to the country this year. My youngest sister decided we, who live in apartments, should each have a portion of the garden to become one with nature and plant. We’ll see. Since 1981 my love affair with Mother Nature has been at a discreet distance.
 
Tomorrow my friend Donna and hubby are hosting a joint birthday party. Hers, mine, my daughter-in-law and four others, all Gemini and all this weekend. Here is where the Beatles come in. You know their song, When I’m Sixty-four? Yup that is me. And it seems that just yesterday those digits were reversed. But that is another post.  Seems Geminis in the first week of June are a prolific as those veggies.
 
So in one hour..planting   – again, shopping and then THE PARTY!

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16 thoughts on “Planting a Garden Becoming a Beatle”

  1. Happy Birthday Wishes to you! Enjoy your delightful party… I had a good laugh over your garden woes… Yes, it is a lot of work. Every fall I forget and every summer I am reminded of the work. 🙂

  2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS! I’ll get a coffee from Tim Horton’s to celebrate from afar with you!

    I loved your post. The few years I did gardening and canning I enjoyed it. But I was a stay at home mom at the time. I would not have the patience now for it. Though….I do sometimes think about it and miss it.

    Have a great day!

  3. Don’t laugh when I say young. Have twelve years on you. You are entering what one of my doctors called “The New Middle Age.” You can laugh at that if you wish. As always enjoyed your post. One of my dreams has been to live in house whose lawn had gone to weed and wild flower. My daughter-in-law just gave me a pot of lavender. I accepted it with trepidation, but it has been one week and it still lives. Of course, Amy visits it at least twice a week while dropping or picking up Ben. Thought I killed it last night as I forget to bring it in to keep the rabbits from nibbling it. They did in some of my feeble attempt last year to have a few flowers. But it the bunnies either have not discovered the lavender or don’t like it.

    Happy birthday, happy growing. As someone else suggested gardeners when one can afford them are best, wafting is great.

    1. I like the idea of the new middle age..but that means I will have to live to 128! You are doing well on the lavender ..I am fatal to plants so it’s a good thing my sister is involved also. Thanks for the birthday wishes!
      Chris

  4. I’m with you on the gardening-by-proxy thing. We have a lovely Sri Lankan guy here who does all the hard work and I just waft around picking roses and herbs and occasionally talking to (OK shouting at) the mango tree in a vain attempt to get it to produce fruit. But now its summer (45 degrees in the shade and 90% humidity), the garden has been put to sleep and we’re all retreating indoors until October.

    Have a fabulous birthday – wishing you loads of love and chocolate!

  5. I don’t have a green thumb at all. I’m pretty much Mother Nature’s nightmare. Best of luck on your garden. Hope you get lots of good yummies.

    Happy Birthday! Have a wonderful time at your party. 🙂
    -FringeGirl

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