Gardening is a funny pass time. It doesn't beckon and call you out, or even invite you to think much about the coming season until it finally gets warm. It's hard to get excited about getting the early, cool weather seeds in the ground when the weather hasn't even gotten to the cool stage yet. It seems much better to tackle an indoor project, or just goof around with a game or YouTube when the temperature is low and the wind is blowing. And after last night's storm, I know I will be inside for a while - you do have to be able to see the ground before you can do much digging.

We got the tree down, many of the branches converted to firewood, and the trunk loaded and transported to a friend that has a sawmill.
Early spring is a good time to start your gardening. As soon as the soil is thawed you can start to plant your early season crops - peas, carrots, beets, potatoes, onions, chard, lettuce, cabbage, broccoli, kale, turnips. We are talking seeds - don't rush out to buy the early plants from the green house because they will get killed as we are still in frost season.
There is a lot of work to be done in the spring. Digging in the garden, especially early in the spring often reminds me of a story that Grandma told me. She probably told it only once or twice but since spending the years that we spent on the farm, it made a huge impression on me. The story is pretty short - It was that my Grandpa always used to go out early in the spring to get the ditches in shape. His ditches weren't leveled by laser, there was no concrete lining or steel head gates. They ran along the highest part of a field, and were usually sod. He would go along each spring and shape the sod, clean out the sand and silt, and shovel smaller lateral ditches to further divide the water to the rows. Grandma said that he put a file in his back pocket and would go out and shovel all day. That's the story, but this is how it plays in my mind....
I imagine that the shovel was kept almost as sharp as a bread knife - you can't cut sod with a dull shovel. So I see him out there, all alone, the grass just coming up, wind blowing a little. It's cold if you are standing around, but he isn't. The shovel flashes regularly in the sun. His arms are corded with muscle. His hat is pulled down around his ears. He works steadily, hour after hour, a break at noon, more shoveling in the afternoon until about 4 p.m. Then he comes in and forks hay to the cows, milks 3 or 4 cows, feeds the chickens, chops and saws some wood for the stove and then comes in for dinner. He sits down and Grandma and Harlan, little children then, climb onto his lap. He eats his supper in the warm kitchen with his sweet little family. He is so tired, but happy with his work and his life. They put the kids to bed, maybe they read from the Bible. They might have a radio....I don't know. But soon it is morning again, the sun up just a little earlier, milk, feed stock, take the shovel and head back to the ditches. And all without an iPod..........
I guess that is about it. Back to taxes..... Some of you have told me that you wanted a reminder of when to get your gardens started. Now is the time. Start small, make it easy. It should be a happy hobby that gives you some peace, some exercise, and some good food.
2 comments:
arugula is the first order of business for me. Oh, I guess it is already growing in the big pot in the window.
I think you should mention your sweet grandfather who dug his ditches at this time of year. . . (with no audible books to listen to)
I love the way you make our yard so nice.
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Loved your post! It makes me look forward when I can go out and garden a little. Maybe I will find some ways to garden on my back porch this spring
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