Friday, June 10, 2022

Living with Wildlife

Now I sympathize with my friends who look for help in discouraging deer.  Those are my lucky friends who live outside the city.   I'm a city pers

At one time, I was enamored of wildlife in the city:  squirrels, chipmunks, skunks, rabbits, but now that I am trying to grow food in my garden, I look at such wildlife visitors as pests rather than guests.  Each year at seed time, the battle is on.  There is no way I can teach my wildlife that what is growing in the boxes is not for them. 

This year I covered the rows of beans with plastic mesh but the mesh was not wide enough for the bed.  Putting two rows of mesh down just left a thin opening and squirrels and chipmunk shimmied between the layers.  The pests found a fun way to get to the beans.  Imagine== a game with as many beans as you can eat as a prize!  A complete planting disappeared overnight. 


Friday, August 20, 2021

When the Gardener Goes

 

I didn’t garden much at all this season.  Life kept me extra busy in spring and early summer.  I managed to do a few pots and plant some seeds and that's about it.  Later in the summer when I did have time, the garden had frankly gotten away from me.  So my garden looked after itself this year.

Some good things happened:  the coneflowers and rudbeckias spread out and made a grand show from July to September, the morning glories growing from seeds from last year's plants were super  from mid August on although the colour reverted to the species purple, the geraniums in the pots outdid themselves, the bit of chasmanthium we left at the front had its best show yet, and the huge hosta ‘Sum and Substance’ is magnificent. 

Some bad things happened:  I didn’t attend to the rascally trumpet vine and am going to have a real fight on my hands next spring.  The squirrels decimated the plants in pots -- especially the sweet potato vines.  Yellow sorrel shot up between the pads of the prickly pear!  Several hostas have overgrown their spots.  And most annoying, Creeping Campanula has invaded the front.

What amazed me the most is how fast nature will take over a patch.  In just one season, my garden looks like I moved away and left it. 

Is that what happens when the gardener dies? 

Saturday, April 3, 2021

Water Drips

 

Water drip-drips down ice-free eaves

Telling of melting ice and snow

Seeping slowly through matted leaves

To rouse the garden asleep below.

 

My  garden, frozen,  in Winter’s thrall

Waiting for the warmth of Spring.

Waiting, waiting ‘til warm showers fall,

And migrating birds once more sing

 

Sounds of bicycles in the street,

Children's song of Winter's defeat.


Sunday, March 21, 2021

Green in Early Spring

Green in an early spring garden pleases

The old gardener who limps outside

To breathe the air of spring, of soil

Once more.

Will this be the last yearly awakening?

Will the garden fade with the gardener,

As the two of them pass into irrelevance

Together?