Rain, Rain GO AWAY!

It's been raining hard for two days. Yes, rain is good. It's an essential element in the growing process. However, this weekend we took a family outing to the newly discovered local Agway, where I could barely contain my excitement over the abundance of vegetables. Earlier in the week, Jill and I finlized our list of veggie candidates for the plot. Making the cut were: tomatoes, peppers (orange or yellow but not green), lettuce, herbs, companion flowers (marigolds or nastursium), cucumbers, and just for kicks we'd try broccoli. As I walked through the Agway offerings I tried to stay focused on selecting just lettuce. This proved somewhat difficult, as my eyes kept wandering toward the perennial section, and away from both the lettuce and my kids, who kept trying to add plastic garden ornaments in the form of squirrels and mice (two animals I'd like to see on the endangered species list) to my cart. The girls, fortunately, lost interest in the offensive ornaments once they found a kid-sized gazebo in which they could romp around. With my children momentarily contained, I honed in on the lettuce choosing arugula, a mesculun mix and some romaine. While I managed to stick to my veggie list, I couldn't restrain myself from adding some perennials to liven up the sparse garden beds around our house. So with my card loaded up with both plants and kids (who thought it would be fun to ride on top), I went to pay, and hopefully find my husband in on the way out. As luck would have it, he happened to be settling up his purchase of organic lawn care products, so we were able to depart en masse.

Eager to plant something other than our heirloom tomato, I was discouraged to awaken the next day to rain -- all day. Then today, rain again -- all day. As my lettuce plants were starting to look a bit water logged, I moved them under the protective overhang of our garage. I am desperately hoping the rain will ebb, and I will be able to get our awaiting lettuces in the dirt tomorrow.

(Dis)respecting the Neighbor's Plot

Yesterday, I took the girls to the community garden for the first time. Since it was right after school, I didn't think it would be too busy, but I was mistaken -- the place was humming with activity! Much to the dismay of my aching shoulder, I dragged a bag of mulch to our plot to finish filling out our walkway. Emma, finding renewed interest in the heirloom tomato plant, was in charge selecting a good spot for it within our plot. While Emma and I tended to the tomato, Bree proceeded to check out the raised beds in the plot across the way. With the memory of gymnastics clearly present in her little head, Bree must of have mistook the black tarps covering the beds for trampolines. As my head instictually turned the way a mother's usually does when they sense something gone amiss, I caught sight of Bree jumping up and down on top of the neighbor's garden beds. Meanwhile, garden chairman Paul was just two plots down intently chopping up grass clogs with a giant machete. Trying not to call to much attention to Bree's offending act, I quietly pleaded with her to "GET OFF NOW". Amazingly, she listened, hopping off the beds, channelling her energy into stomping down the mulch in our walkway. Moments later drops of rain began falling, and with great relief, we took leave of the garden and headed out for ice cream.

What's an Heirloom?

Several days ago, I received a mysterious email saying "We're holding your heirloom tomato plants from Paul. Garden is now open. Please come pick them up this week." and there was a number to call. I had know idea who Paul was.


I called the number and ended up speaking to Bill (the email sender), who was put in charge of distributing the tomato plants to members of the Community Garden. Apparently, the plants were donated by Paul, who turns out to be the unofficial Community Garden chairman. Since the plants were kept indoors, they looked a little sickly, with leaves beginning to yellow. Fortunately, I was the first to pick up my plant so I got to choose what I thought was the healthiest looking one. However, when my daughter Emma returned home from school, she eyed the plant suspiciously. Her look brought back memories of my discovering a plant that looked strikingly similar to cannabis growing in my parents' greenhouse. Fortunately, when she asked "What's that?" I could answer honestly that it was a perfectly legal heirloom tomato plant. The questions continued "What's an heirloom?" I explained that it's something that can be passed around from generation to generation, like a quilt. "But this is a plant." she exclaimed. "Yes, seeds can also be passed on from generation to generation." "How?" I provided a pretty lame explanation, but was saved from further interrogation by my neighbor's kids who stopped by looking to trade silly bands. Emma found this activity of much greater interest than debating the finer points of heirloom tomatoes, so our conversation prompty came to an end.

Emma did get me thinking that the sooner we got this plant into the ground the greater the likelihood of ensuring the next generation would get to enjoy it's tomatoes. So, I guess we're off to the garden this afternoon.

First Visit

We decided to make our first visit to the garden sans kids, so we could focus without having to worry about the girls getting in the mix. It turned out the only other gardeners there were a family of five -- two adults and three kids, so it's reassuring to know we won't be ousted if we bring our brood. Although we didn't cross paths with our plot-mate Stan, he kindly laid out most of the walkway we needed to create, which made our jobs quicker and easier. Even better, I had forgotten that Jill and Ian had experimented with their own backyard vegetable garden, so they offered a wealth of knowledge about the dirt quality (pretty good, but lots of clay), drainage (good), and grass clogs (which we removed). After completing the walkway for the garden, we put together our action plan, assigned jobs and dashed off to our respective kids.

Loaded up with Advil, I returned home to garden project #2 -- mulch. A truckload of mulch sat on our driveway ready for distribution. Though it took most of the afternoon to fill, dump and spread the mulch around the house, we wound up saving a bundle doing it ourselves. Plus, it was a good workout eventhough my back and neck will be feeling it as soon as the Advil wears off. No doubt, we'll all sleep well tonight.

The Plot

A few weeks ago I found out I had won the lottery. Not "Pick Six," but the lottery for one of forty 10 x 10 plots in Chatham's first attempt at a Community Garden. After years of dealing with deer decimating anything not doused with a concoction of hot pepper, rotten eggs and coyote pee, chipmunks creating a personal habitrail beneath my flower beds, and my dogs cutting trails through my tomatoes, the idea of gardening within the confines of a fenced-in, pest free, full-sun environnment was extremely appealing.

Today, along with friends and co-gardeners Jill and Ian, we make our first offical visit to the plot to devise our garden strategy. The timing could be better, as I am recovering from a yoga-induced neck injury and can barely lift a trowel, let alone a bag of mulch, but that's why it's good to have a 6' 3" volunteer firefighter on your team. (Thanks Ian).

In addition to scoping out the plot, we get to meet our plot-mate, Stan. This worries me a bit, as he's already reached out to me via email reporting on drainage issues, soil composition, and the abundance of grass clogs, so it would seem his gardening aptitude is much greater than mine. Not sure what he'll make of a bunch of garden novices along with our combined four kids running amuck around the plot. Stay tuned....