Define: Garden

Utah was way ahead of the trend. People here have been growing vegetable gardens for longer than they have been growing flowers. Actually, the whole flower garden hasn’t caught on that much. Most landscapes are lawn, a few lollipop shrubs, and the vegetable plot in a forgotten corner. Seeing a garden filled with flowers (petunias don’t count, and neither do professional landscapes that all look the same) is a rare and pleasant experience.

So, people around here grow their vegetables so much so that when I say “garden” people automatically assume I am talking about growing vegetables. It annoys me. A garden is much more than vegetables! It can include grass, flowers, trees, shrubs and whatever other plant you feel like. (Although I do have to admit that lawn and lollipop shrubs don’t count as a garden.) I wish people would start looking at their landscapes and actually see potential for beauty. A landscape can be a rough canvas for a myriad of colors and textures. Most landscape around here could use a lot less mowing and changing that term “garden” to include flowers.

What Goes on in Late Winter

It snowed. I’m actually glad, it was feeling a little too much like spring for still being winter. Although yesterday we spent quite some time outside. Peter adores it. He’ll pull at the front doorknob (I’m glad he can’t open it) or bring me his shoes and socks. Then he cries super lots when we come in. We walked to the library yesterday. I couldn’t keep track of him while I was getting books, but he seemed not to get into any trouble.

Other cool things I did lately:

  • Went to my little brother’s basketball game. Almost my whole family was there, which was a lot of fun, but Peter was ready for bed. I spent a lot of the game out in the hall with him. Kinda felt like church.
  • Visited my grandparents. My husband was able to share some things he was learning at school about balance with my grandpa. It was cool to see him kind of work as a physical therapist. I think he’s going to do a great job.
  • Played at the mall playground. I don’t like the mall, but the playground was lots of fun for Peter. There was a lot of other kids around. He was trying to play peek-a-boo with them and they just stared at him. Very cute.
  • Sewed a bunch. I’m actually starting to like it. Except I really need to get my machine fixed.
  • Made my own seed starter for $30. These can cost hundreds of dollars. Don’t ever buy one–make your own. And guess what? The seeds came today. I bought them in bulk, so if you want some of the following, I have them:
  • Scarlet runner beans: Gorgeous climber with red flowers, also produces beans
  • Asclepias tuberosa (Butterfly weed/Pleurisy root): Orange flowers, home to monarch butterflies
  • Striped Armenian cucumber: I’m really excited for this. I love Armenians, and this is just a little more exciting.
  • Yellow pear tomato: My favorite small tomato. Best eaten warm and right off the vine.
  • Leek: I need to get these planted. This is my new crop this year, I’ve never grown or eaten them.
  • Great White and Cherokee Purple tomato: An heriloom, organic tomato. I wanted to try some different colored tomatoes out.
  • French/Charentais Melon: Another crop to try out.

Crocus

It’s February and I have flowers in my garden. 😀 I was sitting on the step enjoying the wonderful warm weather we’ve been having and I thought, “I wonder if my bulbs are starting to come up.” So I went and looked and much to my surprise, two crocuses were blooming. The little blooms are quite a lift to my winter-tired spirit.

Today I also went out and decided to start tackling the winter annual weeds in front of my windows. The filaree had to go. I noticed them last fall when they germinated, and scraped some of them away. That only succeeded in bring more seeds to the surface and getting even thicker coverage of the weed. I proceeded to ignore it, but now with all my bulbs coming up I don’t want a background of filaree. The weather is incredibly nice, so while outside at the insistence of my toodler, I started to dig at them.

At first I was just hand weeding them. It was going well, nothing deep rotted. Then the smell of dirt, the feel of soil under my fingers, and the feeling of good old work got to me. I realized I really miss gardening. Further reflection had me thinking that it’s impossible to be depressed while gardening. Spring can not come quick enough.

Spring

The crocus are coming up. (Along with the weeds–see picture.) Pruning is very much underway. We go outside and don’t need large coats. It feels a lot like spring. But it is February and still very much winter. At least it’s a warm winter.

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Yesterday we went hiking up Rock Canyon in Provo. It is not spring up the canyon. With the cover of mountain walls, there was plenty of snow and cold. The hike was good. It was a compacted snow trail, pretty uneventful. The views were nice, but not particularly inspiring. It was a great workout. I’m not exactly sure how far we went, (I forgot the map) but we were booking it the two hours we were out. We could have made four miles total, but probably more like three. And if you noticed in the picture, it completely disrupted Peter’s nap schedule. Same thing happened today (this time because of church not hiking). Naps are needed so small child does not get ornery. But he is still such a fun kid.

Big Springs in Winter

I found this site and decided to try one of the trails mentioned, Big Springs up Provo Canyon. It was a well used trail, with no snowshoes required. (We did pack them with us for no reason.) I had printed off map/trail guide but lost it on the trail. This was after we broke from the main trail, onto a lesser-used route. It was a little annoying not knowing where we were, because we were trying to get somewhere just on a slightly more exciting trail. It worked out and we got to the springs (I think) and did a loop like we planned to. Most of all we did have a great time. It was our longest hike this winter and a good one.

The most exciting part for me (besides having a squabble with my husband halfway up, the result of me not eating enough: I must be fed to be happy) was seeing a bald eagle on the Provo River on the way up. No pictures (at almost 60 mph), but exciting.

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*I was going to include a map, but I’m still a little lost. Winter changes things a bit, and USGS maps are often outdated. So no map.

 

The Art of Pruning

Learning how to prune is very scientific. My first experience with pruning is going out with my dad to the ancient orchard out back. He told me some basic rules, like make sure you cut on an angle above the bud and get rid of all the water sprouts, or branches that go straight up. In high school I went to a pruning demo a neighbor put on. I actually read the extension bullietin on pruning around that time too (and it’s long). It was one of the first skilled horticultural tasks I learned how to do.

In college the education continued in fruit production class, and with my internship at the Extension office. But one of the most unexpected places I learned to prune was Environmental Plant Pathology. We didn’t talk at all about pruning. But I learned how plants grow, and most of all how they utilize sunlight.

Here’s the interesting thing about plants. Most all of the sunlight is captured in the first layer of leaves. Those leaves underneath get a measly percentage of sunlight to try and do something with. That first layer is where all the photosynthesizing and productivity goes on. So when I prune, I try to imagine my tree having a single layer of leaves. I don’t want the leaves to be layer too much, but I also don’t want any holes. And I try and remember the sun moves and changes angles as well, so it’s not just from a top view that I want that layer of leaves.

The trees I’ve usually dealt with are old and ill-trained. Training systems makes the whole above goal a lot more attainable. Last year I finally went through my parents orchard (very old and ill-trained one, and becoming increasingly overgrown) and thinned out the trees, trying to get them a little more on track. I was worried this would just result in a mess of water sprouts this year, but I’m finding out that its not that bad. I went out for the first time while visiting last weekend and started tackling the trees. Since they are thinned out, there’s just less wood to prune. I wish I would have done it ages ago instead of pruning too many small branches for years.

The rules of pruning are scientific and based on plant growth. But when I prune I feel like I am an artist. I cut and shape the tree to just where I want it. I see some pruning jobs that are straightforward (just lop off everything growing straight up and  you are done), but for me every cut is a decision. Will this help my overall goal for the tree?  Will it help it produce fruit? In some ways the old trees are more fun this way. There’s usually lots going on, a lot to correct and not a very straightforward way to do it. So it turns into art for me.

It is fun this time of year to be able to enjoy warm winter weather and get out in the garden. Maybe that is why I love pruning so much: it’s the first garden task of the season when I can get out and do something with plants after a long boring break. It’s also the the first garden task I learned how to do right, and the first one I felt I was good at. It’s transformed for me from a chore to a science to an incredible art form.

*For more information on pruning go here.

Seed Catalogs

I have this wonderful pruning post that’s almost finished, but I feel it is too serious to match my mood right now. Instead I would like to give a great big shout-out to all those wonderful bloggers who talk lovingly about pouring over seed catalogs. I took some recommendations and ordered some.

Wow.

I have found the joy that comes from pouring over pages and pages of seed catalogs and now I want to start a small farm so I can try everything. (My first gardening love is kitchen gardens. Flowers came after I started growing tomatoes. So I still get way more excited over purple carrots than I do pink echinacea.) This year I will have more than my patio garden.

I am currently in charge of starting a condo garden for my HOA. It will be great. I will have room to grow vegetables, be able to see other people’s vegetable gardens, get rid of some of the massive amount of turf around my apartment, and retain control of the sprinkler system that seriously over watered last year. Downside is that I’m in charge. Last community garden I did I wasn’t the one in charge, just the one that ended up doing everything that no one else would do. (Which was lots of weeding, plot layout, designing an occasional flier and wondering why shovel would mysteriously disappear and reappear. Maybe time I won’t have to weed so much.) I’m mostly excited. So far all I’ve accomplished is a spot picked out. It’s still covered in lawn and snow.

So because I’ll have my own kitchen garden this year, I also have plans to start my own seeds. Again, all I have done is picked the spot to put a seed-starter. This was all decided before I got seed catalogs, and now my plans are cemented. I will not go to Big Box Store and buy transplants. (Bad lazy habit I wish to rectify.) I will grow all of my vegetables from seed and end up with much more interesting plants. That is if I can skip my natural inclination to try everything and decide on the few I want to plant.

Average Life

This is what I’ve been up to:

Isn’t wordle fun? It was a pretty normal week. I did go to my parents’ house to provide company for my little brother while they were away. We even got outside and pruned a little. I spent some great time with my neighbors, including a girls night out I brought Peter too. He didn’t mind he was the only guy there. I got a haircut from my neighbor/friend that was relaxing and I love my hair. Good to get away and do something girly. But my neighbor is leaving in a few weeks. No fun: now I have to find someone else. L

I also realized this winter seems so warm to me because I was up in Cache Valley the last few years. (Although I still think it is a warm winter.) I still go outside frequently and both me and Peter love it. We also explored at the BYU Bean museum. I grew up going to that place and love it. This time around I actually called into the audio tour and learned a few things. Not that I remember them now.

Just for fun here are a couple more wordles:

This Blog

Garden Blog

Just is an interesting word to use so often. But I do. Is that good or bad?

Smart Me

I have a confession to make: I am a smart aleck. I realized this the other day. I started an online class recently (on irrigation design and I love it). I commented on a post and just relished in the fact that I knew a lot. People have always thought I was smart. Sometimes it seems like I don’t even need to do anything smart, and people still think I am. I guess it is just part of my personality. I know that in some ways I actually am. School is one of those ways. The last B’s I ever got were in 8th grade Drama, and Plant Pathology the last semester in college. (I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t just take that class pass/fail. Than I would have gotten through college with all A’s. I could have even got an A in that class if I had bothered to apply myself.) School has always come easy to me.

I missed school, because I miss being really good at something. Motherhood and the business world don’t come as easy to me. Most of all it requires tons more patience and I’ve never been a patient person. Being good at school was wonderful. That’s the main point of life for the first couple decades and it was always something that no matter what else was going on (and I struggled at times socially) I was good at something.

Every phase of my life I’ve found a way to come out near the top. I remember starting out college, coming from high school where I was near the top of my class and very involved, and just feeling like I wanted to get more out of my college experience. Eventually all the experiences I wanted came: I was on good terms with my professors, did undergrad research (originally the thought behind that was grad school, but plans changed), worked several amazing jobs (UBC and Extension service rocked), had good friends, and even found a husband (which I did not expect but was absolutely delighted with). It didn’t happen when I wanted it to: it took some time to get there. My first couple semesters were frankly quite boring. But I took the opportunities as they came and I ended college back at the top.

Sometimes, as I struggle to connect with people (I’ve always struggled with that) and find my place in life right now, I need to remember that I’m still starting out. My business can succeed (garden help anyone?), I will figure out how to be a better mother, and I will feel accepted and loved in my community. Thinking back, I realize that I am marching in the right direction, and I have made improvement. It just takes hard word, looking for ways to help others, taking advantage of the opportunities that come, and most of all patience. Because I’m still the smart kid I’ve always been.

Homemaker

I am primarily a mommy/homemaker. Here are some reflections about being a housewife:

  • I clean up after myself and do one extra chore a day (such as mopping, cleaning the bathroom). I love this because I never have to clean the entire house at once, but it all gets clean. It helps to have a small place too. I never want a big house.
  • I try to bake my own bread. The last batch didn’t turn out. I wrecked my mixer while on the pursuit of good bread. But I have also made fluffy, delicious bread. The verdict is still out if I will succeed long term with this quest. Right now it is hindered by the lack of mixer, but I am finding I quite enjoy kneading.
  • Don’t get tan carpet. Horrible stuff, it shows all the dirt. I bought resolve high traffic foam to try and clean it up without actually cleaning the carpet. It was not a miracle solution. But it was completely worth the $3. The cleaner lessened the dirt and other stuff visible in the carpet, but didn’t get rid of it. I also realized, upon following the direction for how to maximize the process, that my vacuum bag should have been replaced months ago. It was overly full and affecting my suction.
  • I attempt to sew. I more think about it than do it and this is problematic to actually completing projects. But I’m getting better too, however slowly.
  • Sometimes I get overwhelmed with how much cleaning there seems to be or I want my house to be a cute as a friends I just visited. I have to remind myself that it really doesn’t matter what my house looks like as long as the people inside are happy.