ANOTHER GLORIOUS DAY in the garden working my butt off, and other parts as well. I have come to discover, or at least be reminded, that I am more of an engineer at heart, rather than a gardener. A tinker, really. I poke around, trying to get the garden to work, to operate as it should, rather than sharing quiet communion with the growing things.
Don’t misunderstand. The growing things delight me. But so does laying cardboard, spreading hay and sawdust, driving posts that support the cattle panels that in turn support the tomatoes and beans and winter squash. For me, the structure of the garden lies in its structures – the child’s swing set stripped of swings and adorned with hog wire and binder twine for a bean trellis, the 14-foot-long, 30-inch wide box bed with its sifted soil, peat, sand and potting mix additions for the carrots and other tender roots. The lattice panels along the northwest side as windbreak, shelter for semi-hardy herbs and backdrop for sunflowers and golden giant amaranth.
Here’s what Sarah has to say about today, the weather and some other photos.