Not mine.

I’ve been working at a friend’s. She wants a backyard redo. With veggies.

Graph paper and planning. Chats and sketches. Texts back and forth and back and forth. It was time. The first 4 cubic yards of compost delivered.

Thankful, these weeks, for outdoor distanced meditative work. Shoveling. Wheeling barrows of soil food. Over and over.

It’s time to order five more. And plants. Then mulch.

Is the landscape yard still open? Should they be?

The nursery is still open. I can’t gather my self to go.

We may end up, with the best laid plans. With life laid on thick. And come up short on starts.

Come walk with me, 6 feet apart.

Cilantro. The way my mom likes it (bolted and on its way to being coriander.)
A neighboring plot reaching for the sky with a riot of color.
“Aww, gimme a hug” to its finished friend while it feeds a bee.
Peppers considering their next move.
Tomatoes racing to catch the peas.

A few hundred shy.

A quick visit to the garden for greens and rabbit-proof-fence checks with the kids.

A silent passerby in work boots and community shirt.

A dirt pile mountain to climb and a successfully stable barrier.

A friendly, yet reserved, hello.

“If you like onions, I pulled a ton out of a bed I was clearing for a new owner. They’re in the bin.”

– We have a good number already but I won’t argue with more onions.

“They’re right here. These will grow, right? They look like the dried up ones you can buy at (big box store) and they aren’t dry. They’ll be ok for people how I laid them out?”

– *inhales deeply, enjoying fresh onion green smells* They will grow just fine. They might not bulb, or they might, but they’re definitely happy to be green onions.

“Ok, good! I already put some in the plot by the workshop but there were just so many I didn’t want to go to waste so I laid them out nicely, a whole wheel barrow full!, so others could gather as they wanted.”

– They look great and are easy to retrieve and use – thank you for telling me and taking care of them.

After I picked out a few bundles for me, my in-laws, and a friend, and two days passed, I took a picture of how many were still left.

I also saved some chard because beautiful deliciousness.

I’m familiar with foraging but this was my first encounter with foraging plants from a compost heap.

New starts

I started a new job last week after almost two months sabbatical. I’m grateful for the time off and honored for the opportunity before me.

Last Monday, my last untethered day, I visited a local nursery I’ve meant to visit for ages.

And saw some fascinating and strange plants.

With fun names like Elephant’s Foot.

And as the week passed, I haven’t made as many trips to the plot. The tomatoes were patient for me.