Silly title, huh?
Who would want to whack their thumb with a hammer more than once?
Well, not literally, but figuratively.
I have done the very thing that I long ago said I would never do again.
|In addition to these, I already have tomatoes and jalapenos in the ground.|
It is akin to whacking my thumb with a hammer more than once, because gardening is painful for me every time.
I have tried and tried and tried to grow things in this land that is barren of nutrients, fickle of rain and quick and deadly with heat or cold.
I have amended the soil until my back aches and my fingernails are a wreck.
I have captured rainwater in ugly, makeshift rain barrels.
I have handwatered.
I have mulched.
I have handpicked (and killed) caterpillars and cucumber beetles.
I have drowned pillbugs and slugs and snails in beer traps.
I have introduced "the good bugs" to the "bad bugs".
I have provided shade for plants in the hottest part of the summer.
I have provided warmth and cover for plants on the coldest winter nights.
I have 'raised' beds.
I have composted.
I have sprayed and coddled and pruned and fed.
I have completely ignored.
|Cool, imported seeds! Maybe this will make me successful!|
What I haven't done is get more than a meal or twos worth of vegetables out of any garden I have ever planted since moving to Texas, 25 years ago.
I'm not stupid.
I understand more than the average urbanite about what it takes to make things grow.
I once worked a farm that has hundreds of acres of the very plants that I want to grow and they're terribly, terribly successful.
So I know it CAN be done.
Why can't I get it?
Why can't I grow food?
|Broccoli. I don't even like broccoli!|
More to the point, why do I keep trying?
Is there something hardwired into my DNA, heck hardwired into my human existence that says,
"Dig, Plant, Grow, Eat"?
And so, here I am again, hammer raised to whack my thumb.
Maybe this time it won't hurt.