tending to feed

My husband and I grew up with gardens. Both my father-in-law and my Dad were known in their respective neighborhoods for the grand, bountiful gardens. So it was it only made sense that Billy and I would eventually have a garden to tend. We started out small. Our “Poolside Garden” lined the back fence of our pool. Tomatoes and eggplant became the backdrop for poolside shenanigans. A few years later, after carefully studying the angle of the sun in our backyard, we moved the garden to side of the yard. Billy built raised beds, we got loom from a local nursery and planted. Tomatoes and eggplant and zucchini were our bounty. Now, our garden sits in the back of the yard. It has grown to 15 raised beds. Tomatoes, eggplant, zucchini, beets, potatoes, kale, spinach, lettuce, and green beans are ours to harvest.

With all that harvesting, comes a lot of scraps. Over the years, there’s been many a stinky garbage that had to be brought out to the trash. But that is no longer. Beside that 15 bed garden sits a makeshift compost square. Billy’s used some old metal shelves and some fencing to contain our “simmering scraps”. On our counter is a little bowl that we fill every day with coffee grinds, banana peels, grapefruit rinds and whatever scraps we deem compostable. This time of year, it’s one trip a day to the compost square to empty the little compost bowl. Over the summer, our little bowl gets emptied multiple times.

There’s something satisfying about not only tending to your own garden but tending to your own soil that will feed our future.

ps My mind is spinning with an analogy to teaching children over time but, alas, I started this slice too late…

6 thoughts on “tending to feed”

  1. Maybe we, the grown ups, are the soil. The thing that stays. The kids the plants, new each season. Familiar, but new. Not sure where the scraps come from…but I think we could figure that out. You and Billy are growing beautiful things together.

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  2. I love reading about your evolving garden and now the composting. I like Jessica’s comment above that the grown ups are the soil….it makes me think that we have to tend to ourselves to make ourselves the best soil we can be for the plants we want to grow. Maybe the scraps are the bits and pieces of learning and life we add to ourselves as we grow to be the richest version of ourselves?

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  3. Well, yesterday I met a new student in the afternoon. He was with his mom. Their last name sounded familiar. Apparently mine did, too. The mom asked if I used to teach in a different school. That was my cue. I said, “I recognize your name. I had a student named David with that last name.”
    “That’s my husband, she said. “And by the way, I think my sister and I were in your class too.”
    “Well, welcome back!” I said.
    So, is that a bit of composting and recycling?

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  4. i’m thinking about all of those recycled ideas and leftover thinking that gets turned over to make a fresh new mound of inspiration. I’m envious of your gardening skills. In my old yard I was very successful and had a large, though not that large garden. This yard is a little too rocky, a little too shady, and a little too close to the neighbors of the wild variety. I think they have enjoyed lots of green tomatoes, baby broccoli, and small peppers over the years. Perhaps in our next place, gardening will take center stage.

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