Everything that slows us down and forces patience,
everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. -May Sarton
All winter I’ve been planning—arranging, rearranging, and overthinking every inch of this year’s garden. Now, finally, spring is springing, and I am chomping at the bit to get started.
Patience is a virtue, I am told. It has never been one of mine.
I have big plans this year. A dedicated fruit space. Raised beds full of vegetables. Deck planters overflowing with herbs and fragrant things I will absolutely forget to water at least once.
Right now, the berries are… everywhere. The raspberries have completely taken over. The goal is to pull everything into one main area and border it with a pollinator garden.
I have a vision. Executing it, however, may be my undoing.
This is my second attempt at a real garden. The first one… did not go well. Other than a surprising number of potatoes, it was mostly neglected and didn’t amount to much.
Now I am older and wiser.
(Debatable.)
This garden is at my sister’s place, which should help keep things on track.
With two dogs and a foster that all need outdoor time anyway, I’m planning to be there a few evenings a week, plus one solid day on the weekend to actually get things done. At least that’s the plan as it stands today.
If all goes well, this will be the year I finally figure out what I’m doing. If not… at least there will be potatoes.
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