I do not garden. I seem like the kind of person who might garden, but no, I should not be trusted with plants.
I like gardens. I admire people who have the skill and patience for
it. My mom is a spectacular gardener, my neighbor’s yard looks
beautiful, but me? Plants die with me.
I have trouble with tasks that never seem done. It’s good for my
sanity that my husband does the laundry, because it’s the kind of
Sisyphean task that makes me nuts. Even if I’m caught up on laundry I
just find myself looking at what everyone has on as laundry yet to do.
Gardening for me is a little like that. You weed, the weeds come back.
Something always needs tending and it’s just never done. Violin making
may look tedious to people, but at least when a violin is finished I
can set it aside and begin something new without fear that all my
efforts will have come undone while I was looking the other way.
Gardens just always look like a constant struggle to me.
My husband, however, has had it in his mind ever since we became property owners that he wants to plant vegetables. I
told him years ago that was great but I wasn’t helping. I’m fine with
buying my tomatoes at the store or the farmers’ market. Periodically he
buys seeds and sets up pots and enlists Aden to help him plant and
water, but pesky things like bad weather or deployments to Iraq kept
thwarting those attempts to grow food.
But now that my kids are all old enough to really tend a garden and
would be excited to plant their own carrots and peas I’ve decided to
take an interest. It could be fun!
Our new house is on a corner, so there is a lot to mow and it feels
like we have a lot of land to play with, but most of it is shaded by
trees. I’ve been trying to figure out for a while where we’d have
enough sun to even make a vegetable garden work. And I finally figured
it out–the roof.
My girls have a good sized terrace off their bedroom. The terrace
makes me a little nervous because the walls around it are not high
enough in my opinion, and we intend to get a railing for it to make it
safer. But the terrace is on the second floor and above all the nearby
trees. It’s the one place that gets a lot of sun. Wouldn’t it be cool
for the girls to have a garden right outside their room? It seems like a
good use of that space to me.
So this weekend when we went to the plant store (just because I don’t
garden doesn’t mean I don’t like to have pretty things planted around
my house, it just means they don’t last long) we spotted a nice
vegetable box intended for apartments or balconies and it was on sale.
The only one they had left in the size we wanted happened to be the
display model, so we didn’t have to worry about assembly. We did have
to worry about how to get it home.
I’m excited about our new vegetable box! We plan to seal it and find
something to set it on to distribute the wight of its feet better.
Someone suggested some kind of light planting material that isn’t as
heavy as dirt, so we’ll look into that. I have some concerns about
creating something that will come crashing through the ceiling of my
shop below if we’re not careful, but I think we are on the right track.
So we’re planning ahead for next spring. That should give me enough
time to research vegetable gardens and figure out what we’re doing. It
will be interesting. Aden’s thumb is much greener than my own, and she
is unlikely to get deployed, so we may have a shot this time.
Any tips or suggestions for our new little garden?