There is a wealth in poverty. A fixed income keeps you, if breath deep and relax, focused on some basics. And basics can be wonderful. Cost saving measures can be creative, and, in the case of this garden I am planning, freeing. I have done some reading about gardening. The importance of spacing the seeds correctly, the correct depth to plant the seeds, the benefits of compost, a process that suddenly gives your garbage welcome meaning.
I am raring to go. I have staked out an area in the back, I know to plant the taller items on the north side of the garden so they don’t block the sun for the other plants. I know in my heart I will develop a bond with the plants and I already know that when the season ends and they return to the soil there will be tears for me because I will be losing friends. But we all return to the soil in one way or another, so how bad could it be?
I have some seeds already: tomatoes, onions, squash, corn, sunflowers, peppers and beans. I’m even looking into canning food. All these things cost saving measures and the newness of this experience almost makes me clap my hands with childlike glee. There may be moments when I do exactly that.
So, today I go to my local gardening center. I love it there. It is run by a family and they are all attentive, kind, very knowledgeable, patient and, as I found out today, non-judgmental.
I get two seed flats that handle 50 seeds each, a few packets of seeds, and a gardening pamphlet. The young fellow who has been helping me begins to ring up my items. He says, “You’ve got soil for the flats?”
“Could be helpful.”
The two us are pretty much rolling in laughter. I say, “Betcha next time you see me roll up you’re gonna say, “Here comes Soil Boy”.”
It was a wonderful moment. Now, if I can make the garden half as wonderful as that moment, there will be some mighty fine veggies in theKahrmann house this year.