|And Sow it begins.|
Five meters past the back gate is about as far as I made it. I spotted a neighbor I had not seen tending the never tended garden plot in the back yard of the house opposite mine. Not being shy I said hi. She was cute.
|Dar She Grows.|
An apparent side effect of country living is the chance to learn a thing or two about dirt. Though I never had the slightest interest in tending the soil when I lived in the country. It happened that I had at least a half informed notion of what was food and what was foe.
|The plot thickens|
|Open the pod bay doors HAL|
Out there, in places remote enough for the notion of "The Outside World" meaning, you are fed. They cook for you in exchange for a very long days and what was to me dull work. Returning to civilization drove me to express the creativity I was denied out there.
|Long garden is long.|
So this may come a bit late for mother's day but the thanks has go out there. I have to thank my mother for teaching me the basics of cooking and gardening. Cooking was a more deliberate act of teaching. The knowledge of gardening was haphazard. I learned about gardening because if it was between May and September/ October, if I wanted to talk to her I had to come to her and that place was the gardens. Weather you want or not you learned to tell some plants a part, how to transplant thing and how to weed things.
|The BBQ might become a planter.|
It has come to pass that the arts of making and growing food are slowly enriching my social life. I have said more to my land lady since I have planted my peas then I have since last summer. Of coarse the friends that hate me for my facebook food posts will hate me even more once I start posting the dinners with the home grown greens but thats their troubles.