A few years ago I visualized a veggie garden for our back yard.
I imagined early girl tomatoes, garlic, strawberry fields forever. I fancied myself as Mother Earth. I would plant shallot bulbs, scatter arugula seeds. Our Lady of Perpetual Garlic would not only provide bountiful salads, but ward off vampires.
We would call this our “kitchen garden,” just a short step from our culinary center. Even better — I would keep a journal of our experience. I gave us the pseudonyms of Jane and Blake Goth, aging yet steadfast farmers straight out of Grant Wood’s American Gothic.
What follows are some of my journal entries:
Cloudy, looks like rain moving in. Blake Goth is digging out the grass. I just read tips on seed packets. Some, not too promising:
Beans are subject to numerous diseases.
Beets are prone to scab. Make sure the pH level is neutral.
Flea beetle damage reduces radish growth rate.
Beware of carrot fly maggots. Control by covering rows with insect barrier fabric at time of planting.
We’ll nix the beans, beets, radishes, carrots. Wonder what the insect barriers are about?
Discover in Sunset Western Garden book that insect barrier fabrics are used to make cloches.
Hmmm…I think Marguerite down the street has a cloche.
I hear Blake Goth tossing clumps of grass into yard waste bin. He has filled up the entire container.
The drizzle outside is turning into a downpour. Good thing Blake Goth wears his GoreTex.
I have doubts. Is all this work worth it? We have excellent produce at the grocery co-op up the street.
The other day I bumped into our neighbor Pam. She mentioned finding holes near the foundation of her house. Thinks there are rats in the hood.
I told her it’s a good thing house foundations are cement. The rats would have to be pretty toothsome to chew through that.
Then I told her how we are planting a veggie garden out back. Mistake. She said “Ewww…E-coli.”
I asked her “How So? ”
She went on about the rats, stray cats, raccoons. How critters could wander into our veggie plot and poop.
Her warnings from a few days ago still loop in my head. “The only thing to fear is fear itself,” I tell myself. “You don’t think produce growers across the world encounter pests?” the voice or reason chimes in.
Blake Goth comes in out of the rain, done digging for the day. “I don’t understand what you have against grass,” he says.
I don’t have the heart to tell him about E Coli and to undo his work and put the grass back in place.
The saga will continue …