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Garden Master
Watching Sunday cooking shows. Steve Raichlen is cooking sweetcorn. I've got corn ... that's better than knee-high . I'm so looking forward to having fresh cooked corn, cucumbers, ripe tomatoes ...
The thought occurred to me: I know the best taste of corn, better than Steve Raichlen. Yeah! That is, unless that Steve has a garden or is invited to eat the sweetcorn another gardener has growing, minutes from pulling it off the stalks .
Admit it, if you have been doing this awhile, you don't understand why anyone would miss the chance to have a garden. I mean, everyone eats! But, even for the beauty of flowers, the cool green of lawn grass, interesting shapes of bonsai, whimsy of terrariums ... something!
Yes, I know that not everyone has the time. They arrive home tired, leave before fully rested, and have non-gardening recreation lined up, especially with other people. Obligations.
I think a lot of it is treating gardening as a form of exercise - boooring! Or, file it amongst those obligations ... But, I think a lot of it depends on simple timing. The timing of gardening tasks.
Now admittedly, I have large gardens which require a lot of outdoor time. I do try to stay out of inclement weather. Try to be in the shade during the heat of the day. Some people don't ... and, it appears that they think of this as "gardening."
I related a couple of years ago about my neighbor down the road spending hours and days out in the heat of the midday sun, killing every green thing in her front yard, building a large brick planter, putting up a small greenhouse ... and, just walking away, not planting a thing!
No lawn grass seed, her yard just grew weeds. Waist high weeds for a couple of years! I couldn't keep track of her since it's about 200 yards away but I even thought she may have moved.
Well, if she did, it was only a separation. She's back this year and once again putting in days killing everything in her yard. The difference is that she planted some grass seed. Her habit of sitting out in the heat of the day hasn't changed. Drive by during that time of the day and it's probably even odds that she's out there, puttering, killing weeds coming up in her new lawn. I wonder if she will be as committed in another month.
I talked with a homeless guy on the street the other morning. He looked weatherbeaten and more than a little drunk. He said something about walking a mile in someone's shoes. I nearly said that I understood and that I too would need to be drinking if I had to sleep on concrete, day after day after day! But, I don't need to have alcohol or some other drug to enjoy or just tolerate being in a garden. I just need to be there at the right time.
Steve
The thought occurred to me: I know the best taste of corn, better than Steve Raichlen. Yeah! That is, unless that Steve has a garden or is invited to eat the sweetcorn another gardener has growing, minutes from pulling it off the stalks .
Admit it, if you have been doing this awhile, you don't understand why anyone would miss the chance to have a garden. I mean, everyone eats! But, even for the beauty of flowers, the cool green of lawn grass, interesting shapes of bonsai, whimsy of terrariums ... something!
Yes, I know that not everyone has the time. They arrive home tired, leave before fully rested, and have non-gardening recreation lined up, especially with other people. Obligations.
I think a lot of it is treating gardening as a form of exercise - boooring! Or, file it amongst those obligations ... But, I think a lot of it depends on simple timing. The timing of gardening tasks.
Now admittedly, I have large gardens which require a lot of outdoor time. I do try to stay out of inclement weather. Try to be in the shade during the heat of the day. Some people don't ... and, it appears that they think of this as "gardening."
I related a couple of years ago about my neighbor down the road spending hours and days out in the heat of the midday sun, killing every green thing in her front yard, building a large brick planter, putting up a small greenhouse ... and, just walking away, not planting a thing!
No lawn grass seed, her yard just grew weeds. Waist high weeds for a couple of years! I couldn't keep track of her since it's about 200 yards away but I even thought she may have moved.
Well, if she did, it was only a separation. She's back this year and once again putting in days killing everything in her yard. The difference is that she planted some grass seed. Her habit of sitting out in the heat of the day hasn't changed. Drive by during that time of the day and it's probably even odds that she's out there, puttering, killing weeds coming up in her new lawn. I wonder if she will be as committed in another month.
I talked with a homeless guy on the street the other morning. He looked weatherbeaten and more than a little drunk. He said something about walking a mile in someone's shoes. I nearly said that I understood and that I too would need to be drinking if I had to sleep on concrete, day after day after day! But, I don't need to have alcohol or some other drug to enjoy or just tolerate being in a garden. I just need to be there at the right time.
Steve