Faith in February

It’s a cold, grey February in southern Illinois and my garden is an ugly expanse of soggy forlorn.  Waiting chores and half-assed un/finished landscaping projects clutter my vision as I stand at the patio window, fists on hips, and consider the coming spring.  The gap between what I want my garden to be and the truth of what my garden can be and will be in the coming year lies naked before me; and no matter how hard I squint, I’m having a difficult time blurring the lines between what I wish I had to work with — time, energy, cash, physical strength — and real-politik.  I thank God for what I do have, and for what I can do.  But if I’m honest, I’m thanking Him from between clenched teeth.

Significant fiscal disasters over the last three months have devoured the garden budget.  The front garden bed, bulldozer-decimated, will have to wait another year at least  to be re-landscaped.  The cost of repairing the broken water main and paying for the lost water devoured the means with which to buy new plants.  I know what I’ve got to do.  What I can afford to do.   I’ll add compost to the clay,  mulch the bed, and wait to satisfy my creative gardening impulse until the family has recovered it’s economic equilibrium.  I thumb catalogs —  that cherished gardener’s January preoccupation — with uncharacteristic disenchantment. “Not this year,” I say to myself.  “Not this year.  Not this year.”

Real-life will interrupt the vegetable garden this year as well.  The old car died; a new car-loan sits pretty,  blue, and blessedly reliable  in the driveway.  The plan to add the final raised beds to the vegetable garden will have to wait another year.  Ah well.  I gardened successfully enough around poorly drained compacted soil last year.  I can do it again this year, if I think creatively enough.  The Bard tells us that the course of true love never did run smooth.  Gardening is a true love.  The bumps and grooves of each successive season can’t be avoided.

For example, I haven’t a shred of doubt that the insanely cold weather this winter has killed my fig trees dead as door nails.

But…  I watch the dog putter about the yard, and my eyes come to rest on the two plum trees, each now three years old.  Are they mature enough to bloom?  Yes, I think, remembering the single bloom on last year’s tree.  Yes.  I nod in satisfaction, shiver, and call the dog inside.

For example, by autumn last year, my pumpkin patch was a nightmare of squash beetles.  Some of those mafia goons were the size of my big toe.  I had resigned myself to avoid  planting anything in the cucurbit family for at least one year… But then, miracle of obnoxious miracles… the temperature dropped, snow fell, the ground froze and stayed that way for a whole month or more.  My kids are begging for a watermelon patch… I’m thinking maybe, just maybe.  In my mind’s eye, I imagine the way watermelon vines snake across compacted soil, and the way those broad green leaves shade out weeds.  I think of delicate yellow flowers stuffed with herbed-ricotta then flash fried in a hot skillet.  Something in my mouth prickles.  I stroke my chin speculatively.  Heirloom melons, chock-full of seeds. Children giggling as they spit them at each other across a picnic blanket.  “Hey you two, cut it out,” I murmur aloud, practicing an irk that is nothing more than pretense.  My lips part as I consider kissing the juice from my husband’s beard.

Fewer canning tomatoes this year, and more slicing tomatoes.  Skip the turnips, go back to the rainbow chard and expand the beet bed.  I’ll have room for garlic if I leave out the leeks.  The salsa I made last year was namby-pamby: find a hot pepper with some real bite!  Pull out the ancient, decrepit raspberry bushes.  Replace them with something that grows easily from inexpensive seed: Tithonia for the butterflies and birds, perhaps… and a long row of sunflowers along the fence where the neighbor’s weed-whacker has whacked the raspberries into ill-health.  Fertilize those irises!  Their second-year showing was poor because of the rain, but also because they’ve flourished in that bed for ten years.

Ideas spin, thoughts swirl. Before my eyes, the ugly dun of the February garden peels back and I can almost see Spring Beauties unfurling beneath the bare elderberry branches.  The signature sweet fragrances of hyacinth and lilac fill my brain case.  I curl these painted toe nails down into sun-warmed soil.

I stare from the the patio windows, starry-eyed with possibility, and shiver with impassioned impatience for spring.


12 thoughts on “Faith in February

  1. Robbie says:

    Hang in there:-) I am up north from you in the northwestern section of the state + my yard looks like a mess right now! There is hope we have seeds:-) If you can’t afford to buy the plants, well, plant the flower + veggie seeds since I do understand how expensive it gets with plants from stores! I am so exhausted from this weather the coldest our community has EVER experienced! I ponder what is alive out there too. I do hear the birds in the morning, so I know it is around the corner, just which one-lol.
    I loved your post today it was filled with promise and hope:-) Shoot a few weeks ago 38 degrees felt like summer! I went out without my coat when it hit a whopping 49 degrees!!! Mother nature likes to tease us all the time:-) Today we are in single digits!
    I just need to get outside one of these days when it does not have wind chills in the minus, but today up in the north western corner of illinois the sun is shinining! A glimmer of hope!

    • Sho'Nuff says:

      That “glimmer” is exactly what inspired me to write this. I feel like I’m breaking dormancy, never mind the cold weather. You be careful in that single digit weather. That’s nothing to fool with!

  2. Margaret Katranides says:

    Only three more weeks of winter, according to the astronomers, and two more according to the groundhog’s PR team. But who’s counting? Besides, every year is a new one; we just have to stay alert.

  3. Sho'Nuff says:

    Sho’Nuff, Margaret!

  4. What a bittersweet love gardening is. Why must everything be so expensive? Zinnias and cosmos are cheap love in a paper packet. Cypress vine/cardinal climber will thrive in your heat and make the hummers happy. Easy to start from seed. Nick the seeds and give ’em a soak for a day and then plant them. All will be well even if it’s a different version of ‘well’ than you’d envisioned.

    • Sho'Nuff says:

      Thanks so much for your words of support. I never go a season with cosmos and zinnias! I’m looking forward to following your blog again (and blogging more frequently myself), now that the garden is calling to me.

  5. Hey, I was just thinking of you this morning & lo & behold, Sho’Nuff comes out of hibernation to give us an update! :)! Yes, this has truly been a winter to try gardeners and other creatures’ souls. How are the chickens doing? This must be terrible on the ladies. Hope you are all holding up OK!!!

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  7. Oh I feel the dream and the agony of having to wait. With retirement the budget is severely cut so how much I can do on any projects is still to be determined, but it doesn’t look like much. Creative ways to do maintenance and keep observing and planning for next year. Time to get the seed starting station cleaned up and ready for this year’s veggies even though there is no spring here.

    • Sho'Nuff says:

      It’s a reality (that gardening books seldom address) that the garden is always a measure of the gardener’s resources — time, physical energy, money — and that those resources are never the same from year to year. I am trying to make myself measure my gardening with reference to what I can *responsibly* do with what my resources, and not measure it against what I wish i could do if I had Martha Stewart’s resources. Let’s support each other in Reality Gardening!

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