Memorial Day Weekend 2012
Time for massive maintenance here at home. The rain falls the sun shines, and suddenly there is hay in the orchard, hay four foot tall. My neighbor, from years ago, farmed hay, and farming hay takes special tools. Over the weekend I have used eight gallons of gas in the mower. I have weed wacked, blown, lopered, and chain sawed all in an effort to keep nature from making all but the tallest structures disappear. I wonder how long it would take for nature to reclaim where I live? It seems like they are all the time digging up lost cities covered in dirt, covered deeply in dirt. I wonder, how did that happen?
The garden beds got weeded and mostly planted on Memorial Day. I thought about my dad and how I learned the idea of gardening from him. He enjoyed a good harvest, you could see it in his energy and posture. I was a kid who preferred playing and don’t remember how much gardening I learned from my dad. I know I learned to bury fish guts in the ground below the tomato plant. I know I learned to love gardening.
The state of the vegetable garden this spring, seems like procrastination on my part. The good weather alters my perception of time. Some part of my brain reasons that so much good weather has come our way in Olympia recently, that we must be well into summer. Of course we’re not and there is time to do everything that must be done.