Sunday, April 19, 2009

Inch by Inch

Last weekend, Michael and I spent Sunday gardening, which is something I haven't done since I was a kid and Dad let me help push the seeds into the ground in even intervals.

He paid my brother and sister 5 cents for every cabbage moth they killed, but he taught us to revere earth worms and ladybugs. He told us that "a little dirt never hurt anyone," and so advised that we never actually wash carrots after pulling them, but rather brush them on our pant legs and eat them straight out of the dirt.

Dad grew up around gardening. His family ran Faulkner's Market in Mandan, North Dakota. His sister, Elaine, continues to run the market to this day.

In spite of this heritage, I have always felt a little hesitant about gardening. And I guess until now, I haven't ever lived in a place where gardening would make much sense. But last Sunday was really one of the most enjoyable days I can imagine. I loved picking out the flowers and herbs, choosing which spots to plant them, and putting my hands in the soil like I did as a child.

The last photo is of a plant called a Bleeding Heart. Dad had one in his yard, and I chose it for ours in remembrance of him.

Garden Song
by David Mallett

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Till the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand

Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell the music of the land

Plant your rows straight and long
Season with a prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her loving care

Old crow watching from a tree
He's got his hungry eye on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there.

And just for fun: The Anti-Garden Verses

Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my tomato plants

Sunburt face, skined up knees
The kitchen's chocked with zuchinis
I'm shopping at the A&P's
Next time I get the chance


amee said...

Gorgeous picture of you. Your belly is beautiful!

SerineKat said...

Dang you're pregnant! Bleeding hearts are great plants! They should do wonderful in Eugene!

janis said...

You look wonderful, Jessie!

My MIL has bleeding hearts in her garden, and I loved them the second I set eyes on them. I will always think of your father when I see them now.... xo

Laura said...

You are looking fabulous! What a gorgeous belly and green lawn!!

Anonymous said...

Jessie, The Garden Song is one of my favorites. I have a CD of children's songs that I occasionally listen to and this one always sticks in my mind, along with Baby Beluga. I just started my gardening yesterday. It's a big commitment since I need to water pretty much every day, but I feel so good about growing my own food. Enjoy your gardening. I loved the photos of your boy Sage. What a light. And you are beautiful pregnant. Love, Susan