Okay, so we’re about to weeks away from our first CSA basket. This morning, I surveyed the garden, and one thought went screaming through my mind – more. I need more. More spinach, definitely more scallions. More radishes! So what does this mean? More garden beds.
You see, over the winter, I spent hours making complicated plans for this garden. It had to produce lots of food, but still be a beautiful place for the community to visit. It had to employ permaculture principals, companion planting, crop rotation, attract beneficial insects – everything. So I consulted all the books, made countless diagrams, cursed the sky at the fact that I hadn’t paid attention in drafting class, but in the end, I had the most wonderful garden plan ever created. I was giddy with self-congratulation.
Come April, the plan went into effect. No amount of blistered hands, aching backs or swear words hurled at the electric screwdriver could stop me from executing it. Raised beds, eco lawn, wildflower meadow, it’s all just about in. So why were bright red lights flashing in front of my eyes this morning? Why, when I looked out at the results of the last 6 weeks of work did it look incomplete? No, not even incomplete, barely started?! There was only one thing to do. Grab a shovel and dig like a madwoman until this feeling went away.
Well, I’m pleased to say it worked. I created two gigantic extra beds right in the middle of the garden, and walked away with a comforting sense of satisfaction. “Ha!” I say to my doubting subconscious, “Just try to get all pessimistic now, buddy!” Who could have negative thoughts when viewing the results of so much human power? Not me, certainly. Tomorrow I’m attacking those two beds with all the seeds and transplants I can muster. First CSA baskets, here I come.