My Garden

Every spring...well, late winter, I start my indoor seedlings.  My family has to do without eating dinner at the dining room table for a few months, as it is full of pots, and soil and seeds.

When it finally becomes warm enough in this New England weather, and often before so, I transfer them to the outdoor garden.  All seems fine.

Except, that I compost.  Composting is a great way to reduce the amount of trash you produce, and to put back into your garden organic material that will help it's fruitfulness...unfortunately, you also put back seeds.

My intention this year was to have a nice and orderly garden, I mapped out where the corn, the tomatoes, the peppers, the onions, the peas and the beans should be planted.

All worked well until about 2 weeks ago, when all kinds of plants began sprouting.  Now, I am unable to determine weather these are pumpkin, squash, cucumbers, watermelon, or gourds.  They are not in rows, they have no rhyme or rythem in their growth, they are just growing.

So, I am letting them grow. 

Tonight, as I was weeding around these plants, I thought to myself, that they are very much like children.  I was weeding and watering and fertilizing.  I don't know what they are going to be... maybe something good, maybe not.  But my job, is not to decide whether to weed or not, or pull them up or not, or to fertilize or not...of course I do... they are plants in my garden, and I will do everything I can to ensure that they are fruitful.  Just like kids

I will let you know what they yield..both my kids and my garden...when I know.