Pentecost, 12 July 2020
Some of you know that I spend as much time as I can in Canada with my long time boyfriend Terry. Under normal circumstances, I would have left for the summer the day after school let out, but these are anything but normal times.
Some of you may also know, that I love to garden. Getting my hands dirty while moving earth around and planting tiny seeds gives me great joy and peacefulness. So this year, since I am here and not there, I planted a garden in my yard.
This presented itself with many challenges: too much rain, poor soil, poor sunlight, and predators.
I planned and planned and planned. I ordered non-GMO seeds to start first inside and then in my greenhouse. I measured and laid it all out. Finally, the day came when the rain somewhat stopped and the rototilling began. The soil seemed good. A bit clayish. But it would work.
I planted 16, 10 gallon buckets with 4 different species of local organic potato starts. I built 2, 8 ft x 4 ft x 6 in raised beds, and filled them with organic compost, a peat moss sort of stuff and an excellent raised bed soil. The cherry tomatoes, all from Cathy’s in Satsop, were placed into the greenhouse until it was warm enough and the plants themselves were big enough to be transplanted into larger pots.