Clearing the land, day one.
Thursday, 26 Jul 12 Cloudy 36°C / 97°F
I decided this week that I wanted to start a garden.
This is an odd decision for a girl like me to make. I’m not really outdoorsy. I have fancy nails, and I’m a delicious mosquito magnet. The thought of doing manual labor in the North Carolina heat doesn’t appeal to me. I’d much rather be drinking a glass of wine in the air conditioning while reading my kindle.
But I love food. I love local produce. And since roller derby and coaching have taken over a significant chunk of my free time, I lost my creative outlet – photography. I have free time. I spend it with family and friends, or just unwinding after a brain melting day at the office. I didn’t want to spend any more free time at a computer, and I wanted to make something.
I analyzed my yard with my father (who is the yard whisperer) and we determined that the best spot for the garden would be in front of the fence, where the dogs couldn’t get to it. With some advice from an expert friend, Wendy, I knew that raised garden beds would be the way to go. This spot was already flat, but was very overgrown. It gets sun for most of the day, but is far from the kitchen. In the end, though, the flat land and security from the four dogs made it the ideal choice.
I was so excited. I painted my nails green. Since I was about to be a total green thumb.
So Saturday was the big day. But then yesterday happened. A terrible day at work. I just wanted a drink. I wanted to go home and pour a big glass of Scotch and drink. But I went home and ran upstairs, changed into my torn jeans and an old shirt, found some old gardening gloves, doused myself in bug spray, and headed outside. For the next hour and a half I tore away with my hands, taking the awful day out on the weeds and overgrowth. I found a planter, three buckets, and a license plate. I tore at stubborn roots until I couldn’t grip. I dripped with sweat, and still had multiple mosquito bites, despite the toxic cloud of OFF surrounding me. I was dirty, smelly, and sore.
Because in front of me, I began to see my garden.