Tidy or Wild?

My father was a gardener, too. More than fifty years later, as I recall being invited to help, I still see in my mind the straight precise rows of shoots he’d seeded along strings staked taut around each tidy square of soil. I remember the abundant green of the expanse of vegetables replacing a big patch of lawn, the bushels and boxes of produce sitting in the cool shadow of the porch. 

I see, too, the poorly hidden disappointment in his eyes at my straggly rows, the unevenly spaced seeds, then in the kitchen the vegetables chopped in every size when it came time to cook our bounty. He tried to hide it, but I always knew. Precision and science and sweat ruled Dad’s garden.

Mine is ruled instead by dreams, I sometimes think. Of course I use science. The seasons and soil biome, the weather, the right seed types for my Pacific Northwest garden influenced by marine weather systems. I spend very little time on precision, paying some attention to spacing, then pushing back. I plant wiggly rows if it suits me. I tuck stray starts or seeds into empty spaces and glory in the tangle of green textures that tumble across my garden beds.

My garden is wild. I wonder if it’s just me and my inclination, or if I’m also influenced by the unruly tangle of the woods that surround us. I’ve carved out garden spots wherever some sun hits. It works for me. 

How about you? Manicured garden plots, or wild beds?


About vst3in

I am a writer, avid reader, birder, food preserver, and retired school library lady. I love colors and textures looking for them in the world around me. I'm working on a historical novel and reading lots of books for young people. I'm working to stay strong into my senior years, and I sail with my husband. This blog contains thoughts about all these things.
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