Musings from the garden

It’s been so hard to be patient through the never ending New England winter. Finally, though.. I’m confident all snow is long gone and even though nights are still chilly… I swapped the big heavy down comforter to the lighter “summer weight” one. đŸ˜‰

My eldest daughter is 4.5 years old. Since I was pregnant with her (and working full time) the state of disrepair that my gardens are in is painful. I used to take such pride in making sure they were just so. But, between pregnancies, newborns, full time work.. well.. you can see where that’s left things.

We only have a small bit of property that we call ours, but if you walk back through the gate, our oasis is so peaceful. This year, the Husband and I have been working our rear ends off trying to improve (on a strict budget, mind you) what we have and in some cases, restore what we selectively neglected. Last fall I planted some bulbs again, but between the nasty grub infestation (skipped those beneficial nematodes for a few years and we paid for it!) and our chickens.. well.. things just got kinda nasty.

Now our nematodes are hard at work! Our very well aged, very nutrient dense compost has been dispatched with grass seed where we need it. Spring peas are pushed up through our vegetable garden. Tulips, Daffodils are blooming. Lemon balm, Valerian, Mint(s), Chive, Oregano and the Thymes are all thankful to worship the warm sunshine. Yesterday also had me wildcrafting Nettles which I then enjoyed for lunch. Delicious just sautéed with garlic, olive oil and some salt and pepper.


My kid’s garden has been a work in progress. Between bulbs, garlic, herbs and (soon) veggies.. they love that it’s “theirs” and they can eat what they’d like. I did this for two reasons. The biggest reason is to save my crop for harvest. I am not kidding when I say my kids would eat an entire basil crop in 30 seconds! The second reason: Why shouldn’t kids have their own garden? They can have a full sensory experience and understand where food comes from. I’m quite proud that upon a recent visit to the store the other day my daughter says, “Mama, broccoli doesn’t come from the store! It comes from a farm!”

Indeed… and how does YOUR garden grow so far this spring?

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