Of all the work I’ve ever done in my life, gardening feels most like fun, usually.  Maybe that’s why the first two years I called it dabbling and experimenting and didn’t take myself all too seriously.  Well this year let the real games begin.  No more fluf- n-stuff, I mean business.  This is the year I graduate from Tiny Tots and move on to Little League!

I already showed you the new Master Garden Plot, fenced for hen, deer, and rabbit.  The raised beds are loaded with our own compost creation, already sprinkled with seeds for Winter Veg Trail 1, frost protection in place.  I’ve even got a redesigned foolproof record system, with dates and diagrams and ample space for notes and stuff.  I’ve simultaneously got the Winter Veg Trail 2 and Summer Crop 1 under grow lights waiting for their future time in the sun.  I feel just like a real scientist, I think.   I would say farmer, but I don’t think farmers house their labs in the kitchen.  I could be wrong.

In taking it up a notch I open myself up to failure, and thereby vulnerability, in this new serious spin on something I used to think of as playing in the dirt.  A bit ironic because in being vulnerable that means playing in the dirt takes me closer to my feminine nature.  Two interesting things I’ve learned lately:  Down here it’s not uncommon to garden by the moon, and among our ancestors agriculture was one of those few places where it was typical that women and men worked alongside each other.

Gardening is actually very empowering, I’d bet a lot of folks don’t know that.  To watch that tiny seed go from miniscule to enormous with only the mildest attention and action required by you is like watching an earthly testament to the divine and the extraordinary in the everyday and seemingly ordinary.

With gardening now in my blood, I wonder if I’m ever again going to be able to take a real job in the real world should one really arise.  At least in my cyber work I can be home to tend to all the plants’ needs.  Not to mention, according to my calculations, I save about 3 hours a day living in the country and working from home rather than living and working in the city.  That’s a significant time savings for anyone!  All my previous commute time, primping time, shopping and water cooler time can be devoted to our homestead hobby.   I really can’t imagine a better trade off.

So whatever it takes to make my garden grow: cheerleading, special lights, classical music, planting by the moon, a scientific approach, patience, action, a fancy mixed cocktail of all of the above, whatever.   I’m an athlete now, training for the Olympics–whatever it takes for success!