I sit at the kitchen table and look out the window into my little world. The sun is coming up and warming the earth. There is a spot in the yard that is flat and open, it is between two oak trees that have recently been trimmed back to allow more sun in and this warm image has stirred something up in me. I find myself asking who I am. I don’t even know me anymore. Then I realized it is not about not knowing who I am, I haven’t lost myself, I have awaken something new. This is who I am becoming. Spring has sprung and it has brought on an unusual thing.
Spring has sprung
The plan is for two small raised beds in this sun-soaked morning oasis. I have for the longest time looked at images of lovely gardens on Pinterest and wanted something nice in my yard. Now is the time.
Spring is upon us, all of the signs are there. The pollen has been coating everything for months now, just a yellow powdering over anything imaginable. And it feels as if overnight everything has suddenly turned green. Just a tap of a magic wand, poof – make it green.
Changes to make
My whole mind shifts into a different gear with the warmer weather. It is as if the sun warms me and changes something on the inside. It is a brighter outlook.
I like to be thrifty with my projects. Not spending much money, yet making something nice.
I have come across some used pressure-treated lumber. A few 2X6Xsomethings. They are pretty long. Just perfect for raised beds. The plan is to cut and paint them, and set them up in the “garden spot”.
I have great aversions to calling this a garden. I don’t want to be committed to a “garden”. Ultimately, it is a garden. Or it will be a garden.
I have a friend who gardens. His every afternoon and weekends are committed to his garden. My grandparents had a garden and all their time was committed to it. I don’t want that. And I am not going to have that. Clearly, that is not what I am building. I end up wound up and worried. It is like I just make things bigger in my head to give myself anxiety.
They want/wanted a garden. A big garden. I do not. Therefore I will not. I am planning on two raised beds. Enough room for a few vegetables that I enjoy eating and not a weekend of weeding and hoeing. I want to sit and watch my garden grow to perfection.
New beginnings
It will be a garden by definition, but I don’t what to give it that title. I don’t want the toils that are associated with a garden. I want an oasis. My oasis. This week I will be laying the foundation for my backyard oasis.
There will be tomato plants, cucumbers, and jalapenos. Additionally, you can throw in the basil and cilantro because who can live without those two? And maybe a marigold. For good gardening measures.
The warmth and joy I feel just planning this. Since the morning this idea came to me I can’t stop dreaming about it.
I know I will have to fight the tobacco worms on my tomatoes. That one duck of mine that can fly will inevitably end up in the backyard piddling in the plants. There will be weeds to weed and I will have to roll up the water hose when the yard needs mowing. I will have to spend money on fertilizer.
But I can see it. I can feel it.
Have you ever had a vision and brought it to life?
Do you get excited that spring has sprung?
