These are breathless times. That being said, these are the times when a deep breath couldn't be more important. I like big challenges - if I'm going to make paintings, I'm going to start by studying old master technique (which I do) and if I'm going to figure out how to grow food in the desert, I'm going to study it from all possible angles. This intensity of mine is great for getting things done but often leads to fairly shallow breathing. My garden has 4 beds. Each bed has a different approach to soil preparation that I learned from 4 different books. So there I was standing in the garden thinking about how 3 of those beds took fairly back breaking labor while the one that seemed to be producing the happiest plants took almost none. I noted this (and the fact that men wrote the back breaking technique books and a woman wrote the easy one...I'm just sayin') and then I began my second day of attempting to lay a drip irrigation system in the garden.
Gardening is suppose to be a meditation...but putting in an irrigation system is hell. It's all so misleading - all those cute little hose lines and connectors and little drip heads all looking like they belong in your doll house - yeah right - the doll house from hell. 3 hours later I felt like I had my paw caught in a trap and was ready to chew off my own leg to free myself. If I had to try to force one more tiny little connector barb thing into one more tiny little hose end for which it clearly did not appear to be made or if I had to make one more trip to Home Depot to replace a cracked thing, or a bent thing or a shredded thing, I was going to explode in tears....okay, I actually did explode in tears....a number of times.
Finally, I was on the last bed - the bed that had been so easy to prepare and that was hosting the happiest plants. With each bed, I made shallow troughs in the soil to lay in the drip line. I started that process with this bed and had made a short trough when I noticed something odd with the soil. I dug my glasses out of my pocket to take a closer look. I don't know how else to put it - the soil was alive! I don't just mean - like oh wow - cool soil - very rich. I mean it was moving! - two inches down from the surface the soil was literally writhing! I got down closer and saw that it was full of life - worms, squirmy things, incredibly small glistening entities, all ploughing themselves back and forth in the humus. Spontaneously, I started to breathe deeply...and to giggle like a holy fool. I did it!!! I worked with nature and turned the soil into life itself. I felt so grateful for this opportunity - to land on my feet in Joshua Tree, to make a garden, to see this soil moving and breathing, to love my community, to love my mate. I just sat there for a good long time; smeared with dirt, tear stained cheeks, smiling about my life and watching the soil dance.
FYI - making a garden bed using the Sheet Mulching technique is the bomb!
Sheet Mulching Explained
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Garden Fortress. Rat wire covers all and goes two
feet below ground. Ceramic urn to right is container
for brewing up worm casting tea for fertilizer.
Sheet Mulching beds on right.
Winter garden now going to seed for seed saving.
Screw you Monsanto.
Spring 2011 garden. Sheet mulched bed in front
started in Fall 2011, left fallow for winter then
planted in early spring. Bed in back corner sheet
mulched late spring 2011 and immediately planted.
Me with my mind in the sand.