Sunday, April 01, 2007

the assessment

it starts with an assessment...a looking..while all the time, noticing the changes in the earth, the smells in the air, the sounds of the wood, and the feeling of the warmth of the sun.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket repairs made to the growhouse

it starts with standing at the edge of the plot and staring, with hands on hips, noticing...what the winter has done, what repairs need doing and what decay need to be swept up.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket some things you will need

it starts with the decision of when. When to plant. Where to plant. What to plant. And how to plant it.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Thornless Blackberry Bushes Before

It is not so much that the ground is not ready, rather, I am not ready. The garden and I need to ready ourselves together. Get reacquainted...notice the changes we have experienced since last we were together.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Topping, tying and trellising

Just as the bud opens slowly, I ease into the routine. My garden teaches me how to exercise patience. How to appreciate abundance. How to accept loss. How to nurture life, but mostly, it teaches me to look for the beauty in all things.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Compost on the hillside

Sometimes, it is dirty- hard back- breaking work. But it is soooo worth it.

10 comments:

C said...

True. Especially standing on the edge, hands on hips, looking things over.

Anonymous said...

HI!! My garden is ready to fiddle with too. The dirt is ready to be groped ;0). Nice greenhouse, how do you use it? Celeste

Carol said...

Great post. It does take some time to assess where to start after winter, sometimes. I've got much to do, even though the ground is far to wet to dig!

Judy said...

Now that your berries are done, do you want to come down and do mine? No? Didn't think so!

meresy_g said...

Love your grow house. Wish I had one that nice. And I love the chickens on the compost pile. THat is my chickens favorite place. They can root around for an hour. Its a little unnerving watching the gusto with which they eat broken egg shells.

cyndy said...

C- Yes...lots of standing with hands on hips...somedays, that is all that gets accomplished out there...

Celeste- We use the growhouse like a great big cold frame...a season extender (on both sides)

Carol- So much to do before the dig! Lot's of clean up, my pruning shears don't leave the pocket!

Judy- NO!...wait a minute...have you got any red ones? I might help if yu trade me for some red ones...

Meresy- Glad you like the growhouse...I spend lots of time out there...The Mr. built it for me (dug out the hillside on the northface) and sunk it in. It is made from recycled sliding doors...
a few years ago, I put in a bluestone floor, but it keeps flooding with the snow melt. Oh, and those chickens? Better the shell than the chick (those cannibals!)

Kathy said...

I have dreams that we FIND a growhouse attatched to ours that we never knew was there. I LOVE yours.

Ernest said...

Can you help me out with the greenhouse design? I want to throw one together and I love the design of yours.

cyndy said...

Kathy and Ernest-
Glad you like the growhouse..I would be happy to share the design, you can email me directly, use the link on the sidebar ...

Fiberjoy said...

Lovely post, the tone and feel moving with the change of seasons.

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