The soil is ripe with organic matter and squirming with all sorts of life forms. The pepper plants bask in the sun till dawn, as the plot has nothing blocking the sun at all. The plants get a south blowing wind making the stems thick and strong, they look like tree trunks because of this. The green branches reach for the sky, heavy with pepper pods. There is one oddity in the row, the Cheiro Roxo pepper plant, which has amazing black foliage (leafs). The plants are spaced one foot apart so they touch some, but this is planned. There is an old wise tale that pepper plants like to hold hands, hands meaning leaves. There are thirty one plants packed in this part of the garden, with mostly sweet peppers. The good stuff is in the garden in back of the house, where I keep my arsenal of heat.
You step out the back door of the garage and see a field of green and white. It has three four foot by eight foot raised beds, and twenty three five gallon pots. The pots are home made out of old pickle buckets, and are white with a handle. I drilled holes all along the bottom of the bucket for drainage, so the plants would not drown. I made my own potting mix to fill them with made of compost; peat moss, perlite, lime, and my own blended organic fertilizer mix. All the pots are filled with hot pepper plants, and the other raised beds have various other vegetables such as bok choy, orka, broccil, and beets. All the pots and raised beds in the back rest on a wood chip bed, to help keep out weeds. The raised beds are made out of a brown wood, and are one foot tall. They are filled with a mix of compost, peat moss, grass clippings, and fruit and vegetable waste. It really is a sea of fire in the gardens, and I could spend days swimming in it. The joy you get from a simple plant will always amaze me, but it’s the simple things that really count. So dawn has come and the sun is setting, the plants are going down for the night. It is such a peaceful calm in the garden at this time, with the crickets chirping and the fireflies dancing in the sky. I love this place, such a simple thing, a garden.
You put alot of great detail in this. I can almost close my eyes and see the garden you are refering to. The only thing that caught me of guard was in the second paragraph you said Old wise tale, when it should be Old wives tale, entaleing the fact that wifes use to site around telling stories.
ReplyDeleteI like how the branches reach for the sky. I can really put myself in your garden. I though I had a big garden until you described yours. Nice Job overall. There is definitely something therapeutic about making and maintaining vegetable gardens.
ReplyDeleteAs you talked about your garden, I could feel your passion for it. I also pictured the garden I have been building and expanding for the last two years at my work. I really liked this sentance, " There is an old wise tale that pepper plants like to hold hands, hands meaning leaves. " not sure why but I did. I didn't see any typos.
ReplyDeleteWow, i didn't know there was such a variety for peppers. Your story is really detailed and you can make a mental picture when you read your story.
ReplyDeleteMy mother is a grower. The way you describe your plants with such excitement brings me back to my childhood, watching my mom in her garden. I still love the way she describes her plants to me. I really like reading your stories.
ReplyDeleteI love gardens, I would always go into my neighbor's garden when I was little and look at all the veggies. I wish I had yard space where I am living now to have one nect summer. (The soil is ripe with organic matter and squirming with all sorts of life forms. There is an old wise tale that pepper plants like to hold hands, hands meaning leaves.) I really liked these two sentences. I would have liked to see more examples of proving a point or showing someone why they should keep a garden maybe? This essay sounds more descriptive than illustrative from what I got out of the book. I also think (broccil) is spelled wrong, but that is the only mispelling I found. Awesome job!
ReplyDeleteYou really put the reader in the garden. I like the sentence, Over seven hundred square feet of pure heaven on earth, filled with a large variety of heirloom vegetables, it really gives a great image. Maybe tell about what you do with plants and why you have such a love for them. I can feel your passion for them but didn't feel pulled in myself. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteGardens are wonderful! As a child we used to go and buy cheap garden items from the farmers markets around. one year we tried our own garden only to fail enough to never want to try again. Thank You
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