Weeds are a problem that, I feel, comes up often with organic gardening. They are unpleasant and can sometimes (but not always) be harmful to a plant. But an unexpected problem came up this summer that I was too embarrassed to ask for advice on: when my plants were just starting to grow, I wasn’t sure what was my plant and what was a weed. Experienced gardeners may laugh, but the average grocery shopper probably doesn’t even know what a zucchini plant look like, let alone what its little sprout looks like. So Mimi and I took the path of least resistance – we just let everything grow. Until one day, we realized we were raising a weed farm.
Somewhere in there are sad little carrot plants crying for help. We helped them, eventually, but not without a few baby carrot fatalities. Still, it’s better than eating Raid-marinated veggies.
My garden is finally starting to produce (meaning we got our first red tomato, but it’s a start!) so I decided to have a dinner that was straight from the garden. I took my produce
diced it up and mixed it with some homemade pasta. It was easy, free and fresh. I can’t think of a better dinner.
So I took my boyfriend up to see the garden that my friend Mimi and I have been slaving away joyfully working on all summer. His response? “Wow, that one looks really good.” The problem is that “that one” was not our one, it was the one next to ours that has been putting our little garden to shame. When I started to pout, he informed me that ours was very nice too, but it wasn’t nearly as impressive as the ones (many of our neighbors have hanging gardens of babylon-esque plots, especially in comparison with ours) that surrounded us. I explained that we started a month later than everyone else, that we had jobs and lives outside of our garden, but it was no use. He had simply spoken what I’ve known all summer, that we were the sad little runts in a litter of huskies.
I wonder if garden envy is a common emotion for community gardeners. After all, there are direct comparisons surrounding everything you do. They have the same soil, the same size, everything. Do any of you experience this?
And now, a picture of my little garden. I was going to post its neighbors for comparison, but there has been enough of that already.
Man, I can’t even catch a break from my own garden…
I was in Rhode Island over the holiday weekend, and I captured a little bit of patriotism in the Ocean State.
First, a little blue. Hydrangeas are everywhere in Rhode Island, they are the flower du jour by far. Unfortunately, a lot of the hydrangeas where I was were bright, neon blue. They were fake blue, pumped up with chemicals and such. Which is why I chose to shoot these Hydrangeas, which are a natural, beautiful color.
Then, keeping with the color scheme, I found some white and some red.
I hope you all had an organic, beautiful Independence day