Each variety can be remarkably unique. If you’re a gardener, you’re planning a range, not just for taste, either, but to ripen as far across the season as you can. And then? It’s a lot like sampling good wine, one after another.
Tag: Garden
COLORFUL BENEFITS
The poems collected in my volume, There is no statuary in our garden except for the plastic spacemen occasionally surfacing, come together as a set of field notes of my experiences, especially, in reclaiming the city lot where we live. We have a small kitchen garden on one side of the house and a larger one, “the swamp,” on the other. The lessons never seem to end.
the garden looks great, so luxurious to have cut flowers indoors
a second sprig of laurel in my lair
against the deep velvet of Siberian iris
now we’re sinking to detail …a bucket of strawberries, to the office
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REFLECTING ON MY COLLECTED ROSES
How long ago these events seem!
Yet, they still bloom.
Even through winter.
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JUST WAITING TO SHOW OFF
As the snow melts away, you look. Intensely. At the openings. Find snowdrops already blossoming. And then all the rest that’s been active.
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GOT THOSE SEEDLINGS GOING YET?
It’s potting-soil time and then the shelves with the grow lights.
We know we’re in good company, and it’s fun to swap tales. Any advice for the novices, for starters? Or what’s the worst advice you got along the way?
WHERE DO YOU ORDER YOUR SEEDS?
Yes, we know all about the catalogs and the pondering that happens each January, along with the flurry of ordering. If you’re a gardener, you’ve wrapped all that up and have the seed packets in hand.
So where are your favorite sources? And why?
And if you need inspiration or simply want company or comfort, consider the experiences in these poems:
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GATHER ‘ROUND, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
This set of poems celebrates ways food draws us together as family and friends.
We do more at the table, of course, than simply eat.
Sometimes we read. Or roll out dough, when the counter’s full. Or wrap presents.
It’s the heart of the room that’s the heart of the home.
Shall we gather?
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TURNING THE PAGE FOR ANOTHER ANNUAL RITUAL
Now that the Christmas season’s over, we’re getting out the seed catalogs. Gardeners know what this means. Traditionally, they start coming in the mail about now, although some seed companies have tried to jump the gun, just like the Christmas decorations and music that now proliferate around Halloween rather than Thanksgiving. No, don’t rush us. This is to be taken thoughtfully, leisurely. Now, in the depth of winter — especially when it’s bitterly cold and snowy in places like the one where we live — our imaginations fly off to springtime and high summer. We evaluate the new varieties we ordered last year to decide whether we’ll get more (if we used up all of last year’s packet) or we’ll try something different.
Some of the catalogs are simply gorgeous. Others, including our favorite, are black-and-white and photo-free. The descriptions are fun to read and have led us to delightful harvests.
One thing I know: we’ll be ordering a certain chard we tried last year. The one that doesn’t taste like beets. No, it’s much more like spinach and so much more reliable where we live. Just don’t ask me to reveal its name. We want to make sure the supplier doesn’t run out. It’s something that happens, you know. As I recall, last year it was a kind of early pea. And before that?
It’s all part of the ritual, I suppose. Along with the intricate maps of our garden my wife draws to determine just how to fit it all in.
GARDEN AT REST
EMPTY SUNFLOWER HEAD
The birds and squirrels have already harvested the sunflower seeds. I like to leave the stalk up anyway, just as a perch for the critters.
Jnana's Red Barn 