Tuesday, March 9, 2010

to leave old roots alone

true calling: the ever loving wintah garden

About this time last year, I already had seeds germinating in my Illinois wonder bed/cold frame. The Big Fish and I only recently constructed one here in Maine as well. Even though we have had warmer than normal days for New England, alas- there is no way the ground is ready for seeds. I took soil temps yesterday, here and there and the warmest spot registered a mere 38 degrees, which in all truthfulness- was warmer than I expected. The frosty panes of glass set up on hay bales this year have a thin sheet of ice from the condensation the day before- I checked them out at about 8:30 this AM and found the sun slowly melting the cold and warming the insides. Once those soil temps reach a solid 40 degrees, I'll plant the lettuce and radish seeds. Along with a bottle of wine, Ken and I have decided to make this an annual ritual as we had so much fun doing it last year together. I really thought I could coax germination sooner with high hopes and dreams of produce by Easter- but here in Maine, one must refrain from imagination and look reality solidly in the face, declaring the sun, earth and winter's way victorious. AAARRGGHHH!!

I've looked back over my posts from last year and found spring's tonic bubbling over and out of the solid earth about three weeks prior to this date. I yearn to garden, this I am able and willing to commit to. All else has been a bit bumpy-my comfort zone is a small window of walking in the woods every chance I get. Other than that- I am a bit scattered. We have decided to tear Ken's old greenhouse to bits and start over with stabilizing it, replacing old wood and plastic and gettting that thing going. I've never had a greenhouse/hoophouse other than my homemade structures- I am excited about growing under the cover of that warming framework. It will all work out, I know. But I can't help but feel the longing for my springtime home in Illinois. The plants in the hundreds I left behind- I have only cried twice since the move. Once in speaking to my Emma on the phone Christmas eve (she started it!) and recently when I thought of the perennials I thought best to leave behind as their relocation might find them surviving but certainly no guarantee of them thriving in new soil in a completely different growing season. With the move in November as well, I felt it best to leave old roots alone, not taking a chance of dogs and rhubarb diggings mingling together in the camper of the pickup. I do plan on composing for the new owners a map of all the perennials around every corner, against the foundation and all the herbs and flowers surrounding the summer kitchen as well as the raised herb beds out by the chicken coop. I can still recall every plant there as if they were fingers on my hand. Funny the things we leave behind we never miss after all, and then there are those "things" that we never forget. My wish would be that some friendly farmer types around here might aid me in finding cuttings, or sharing some of their perennials by bartering with them. I am open to weeding and whatever it takes to get my hands on some new plants. I've put the word out...thus far, no takers. But I do believe these folks are more patient than I, they know when to get excited, when to realize spring is really showing winter a thing or two. In my southernly facing window- it has. Thyme and tomatoes, oregano and pansies are bursting forth- and soon my wintah garden hot house will be ready...but not soon enough for me.

Take care-


Audrey said...

True wonder, true farmer that you are, you will bloom where you have been planted. This I know.
Try Craigs list for plant requests you may be surprised.
I love you and Miss you sweet girlfriend.

Anonymous said...

I'm so overwhelmed with moving. I hope I never have to do it again. I had my irises all planted that grandpa brought from grandma's beds. I guess I'll have to pack those up too. Any tips on purging items is greatly appreciated!!

Love, Rhi

Jayne said...

And so... new roots will go down and new beds will be created, for you are a "bloom where you are planted" sort of girl. :c) Hugs!

truewonder said...

Craigslist, will do...I miss us too (Freudian slip?!)Thanks for the hug Jayne!
Purge anything you do not love. If you feel guilty letting something go, let it go anyway, because the guilt attachment is just that.
If it's a gift or heirloom that tells you a story every time you touch it or lay your eyes on it...treasure it.
Love it-keep it.
Loathe it-lose it.
Good criteria for moving and starting a new life together.
Simple abundance, that term has been used to death- but! Life brings so much more in when the junk is cleared out of it's way.(And when given to charity, you take it off on your taxes, someone finds your old treasures useful-meeting all kinds of needs-common good.)
AAARRRGGGHHHH-I'm channeling my old great grandmother attitude.
(And the Irises are the easiest roots to move-they'll just spread out wherever you lay them. Darn! I miss my irises too now...)
take care!

Anonymous said...

You just make life easier. I'm going to go into one of my spare rooms tonight and say to myself, "purge anything you do not love". Thanks for always being there!! Love ya, Rhi