After Ten years (less one month) in one of the Rainiest places on the planet, this lack of rain is positively novel. For all those years my yard was graced with moss and liverworts, as well as other vegetation capable of surviving months of being semi submerged in water and tucked away the deep deep shade of a town nestled on the northern slope at the base of a mountain on the Northern Coast. I lived with rain soaked summers with high temperatures hovering around 18 degrees C. I never owned a sprinkler – my yard dripped and oozed in moisture and thick green moss and algae which overtook anything that didn’t move too frequently or too fast – like my canoe. My summer wardrobe varied from my winter wardrobe very little. In summer I wore cotton socks instead of wool ones in my rubber boots, and I paired down to a lighter weight rain jacket.
Up north on the coast, I used to try my hand at gardening, I had almost no successes. My Tomato plants drowned, my strawberries drowned. My squash rotted on the vine. The few things I found success in were hellebore, rhubarb and peonies. Although my nasturtiums were pretty good for a few years.
This year I’m determined will be different. It gets HOT here. The ground is only as wet as the water you add to it. DH and the kids have built two wonderful little raised beds, and I dug up my front yard and called it a flower bed (then promptly declared I was planning pumpkins in it. When we put the soil into the raised beds, Chicken Little crawled through it in near nakedness, he laughed and enjoyed the feel of mud between his toes as he watered the soil with his latest toy – a sprinkler. I bought cucumber seeds, zucchini, pumpkin, beans and peas. I provided jiffy pots and we sat on the lawn (without getting soaking wet bums) and we planted one little seed in each pot. The Kids check them everyday looking for growth. Once the frost has passed we will put those little pots into our garden. Little Peanut can dig the holes with his spoon, and Chicken LIttle can water the earth with his sprinkler. We will wear sun hats, and shorts and sunscreen. I feel like I’m living on a whole other planet – so far from what I’ve come to accept as normal.
And with all this gardening on the brain, again I’m painting vegetables!