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Frustration in the Garden

24 Apr

It’s been a very busy past two weeks. After a weekend in Houston and a weekend in Oklahoma–meaning very little time spent in the garden–and a few rain showers, the garden was a mess. It’s taken us two full weekends of work to get it back in shape. It’s been a frustrating two weeks.

If I haven’t said it before, gardening is backbreaking work. I run 20-30 miles per week, walk around 10 miles a week, and do yoga almost daily, but nothing makes me more sore than squatting, bending over, and digging and hoeing in the garden.

The arugula is blooming--and thriving

The first weekend of garden reconstruction we did nothing but pull up weeds and grass. The grass has been unrelenting. We had an extremely mild winter and above average rainfall this spring, and the weeds have also been ferocious.

In addition, the bugs are out of control. We had some pest problems last year, but nothing like this. Something has ravaged the okra seedlings, chewing off half of each leaf. A few flower plants in the front garden have also been decimated, all their blossoms completely eaten off at the stalk and the leaves chomped up. It happened overnight, and I have yet to actually see what it is that’s eating everything.

Michael's pride and joy

Last week we had our first small zucchini appear on one of the plants. I have six zucchini plants with multiple blooms, but only one was actually producing a fruit. I checked on it one morning, and in the afternoon Michael asked if I had seen that something had taken a bite out of it. Sure enough, you could see a groove where two teeth had taken a bite. Four days later I noticed the same plant was wilted, and when I checked on it the entire plant had been sawed off in two.


I’m going to make a guess that it’s cutworms doing the damage and put a ring of aluminum foil around the base of the plants.

After Michael inadvertently stepped on the two largest, healthiest okra plants, we moved the remaining poor half-eaten seedlings to another area of the garden to receive more sunlight. They look pretty distressed by the move, and the fact that their leaves are half eaten, but I have faith they’ll bounce back.

Could anything look more sad than this transplanted, munched up okra seedling?

Michael also transplanted all his pepper seedlings into the garden. We have one empty row of garden space left, to be filled with something that hasn’t been determined yet.

The tomato plants are tall and healthy and . . . barren. So far. None of the previous blossoms produced any fruit. Again, this was not a problem I faced last year. There are new flowers now, so hopefully some of them will produce tomatoes.

On top of all this, there’s a rogue chicken who has been roaming the neighborhood. I can’t help but wonder if the chicken is the culprit, especially in the front garden and the decimated flowers. And remember, we live a mile from the heart of downtown Dallas, so it’s not common at all to see chickens strutting around your front yard. And it’s not your average, run of the mill chicken either, it’s an ostentatious black and white speckled chicken that’s showy and noisy.

If I ever hear that chicken clucking in my front flower garden, all bets are off . . .

It’s only April and I’ve already had my first mosquito bite, but on a good note the fireflies have started to come out in the evenings. It’s strange, because I remember fireflies being a late summer treat from childhood. Fireflies in April already?

We do have one huge success: we’ve already had our first harvest of green beans. Other than lettuce, I can’t think of anything easier to grow than bush green beans. They’re like the gift that keeps on giving.

As for my front flower garden, it is thriving. It looks lovelier than it ever has. Last year I planted three delphinium plants. All three grew, but did not produce flowers. This spring the plants are HUGE and all three have big, beautiful stalks full of flowers. Best of all, the flowers are three different colors: white,  red, and pink. These things have quadrupled since last summer, and I’m pretty sure they will take over the entire flowerbed if I don’t stay on top of them.

I used to see these flowers when I lived in Switzerland. They didn’t bloom there until late July.

Seeds sown this past weekend: poppies and giant sunflowers, lettuce, and basil. Keep your fingers crossed.

Hopefully things will start taking off in the vegetable garden soon and the frustrations will end. I’ll be in Portland, OR next week running a half-marathon and visiting my daughter, and I’m expecting the garden to be a cornucopia of good eats when I return.


Flower Power in the City

1 Apr

Springtime in Texas is short, which makes it all the more precious. My flower gardens come alive like no other time of the year and remind me why I love growing flowers.

Two summers ago we dug up our entire front and back yards. We re-leveled the ground, added subsurface drip line irrigation, new grass, and planted some flowerbeds. Last summer we started a vegetable garden.

We did everything ourselves. Growing flowers became my personal project, and I added plants that are perennial and hardy enough to survive our harsh summers.

The flowers have become a continual work in progress. Two winters ago we had two significant snowfalls and a week of extremely cold temperatures, and some of the flowers didn’t survive. Last summer we had the longest, hottest summer on record, and this spring I’m seeing exactly how many plants we lost. Quite a few plants are not resprouting.

This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, since it means I get to plant something new.

When my children were younger, we used to spend every summer in South Dakota, Montana, and Wyoming. The kids used to tease me and roll their eyes every time I’d stop on a hike to take another wildflower photo. Now my grown daughter admits she does the same thing.

Though I love growing my own food and bringing things to life from seed, I think I love the flowers most of all. Each of our two lavender bushes attracts hundreds of bees, and beautiful butterflies flutter through all summer long. It’s a truly magical day when we unexpectedly spot a hummingbird from the front porch, feeding from one of the flowers. They come and go so quickly.

If you had told me a few years ago that I would love gardening so much, I would have laughed and shook my head. Too hot, too much work, too back breaking.

I have to admit, it can be all of those things, but there’s something about taking a tiny seed and giving it everything it needs to come to life that satisfies the soul. Knowing you’re doing something that man has done for thousands of years, whether it’s growing your own food or bringing something beautiful to life, is both stunning in its simplicity and deeply moving.

These days it’s so easy to feel removed from nature, especially living in a city. I’m happy that my small gardens give me the chance to reconnect with the earth and remind me that I’m a part of nature, too.

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