Stirring from Hibernation

I have slumbered, a fertile seed dropped in the shade, dropped on hard clay, grown over by a blanket of weeds against which I could not compete.  So I waited.  The way seeds do.  For conditions to change.

Weed roots punched holes in the clay.  Water trickled through.  Rank overgrowth rotted, leaving compost behind, to be turned by the writhing of earthworms.  New seeds sprouted, and capillaries of roots gripped the precious loam slowly developing under the hand of Nature’s relentless processes.

I waited. And conditions changed.

“Honey-baby-dear-heart-of-my-life?” I begin to wheedle, oh… around early December, I’d say.  “Do you know what I would love for Christmas?”

My husband casts me a look slightly curious and justifiably terrified.

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Our Garage.  The horror. The horror.

For Christmas my son (now sixteen) and my husband (now a ‘certain age’) cleared out the cluttered horror that is our garage to make space for my light box, where I used to start my plants from seed.  I have not started plants indoors from seed for nearly a decade, following a difficult pregnancy and the birth of my daughter.

I have missed starting my plants from seeds.  I loathe the expense of purchasing easy-to-grow plants from nurseries at 100%+ mark-up.  I have missed sitting on the old upturned paint-bucket in the cold silence of a February evening, fussing like a mother hen over plants not available in nurseries, over plants that are absurdly expensive in nurseries, over plants that transplant poorly from nursery stock.  Natural gossypium (colored cotton), papavar,  gaillardia,  digitalis, lupine, and asclepius, again asclepius, and yet more asclepius.  Not to mention the deep pleasure I take in dreaming over tomato and pepper seedlings, the brussels sprouts, the adorable rounded leaves of the squashes and melons.

 

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Each and every cell in each and every tray begs its own careful observation.  The right light, the right moisture, thinning and pruning, and a hairy eyeball always on the look-out for damping-off disease.  Then the delicate application of the mildest of fertilizers, the mildest of foliar feeds.  And the sacred breath: talking to the plants, admonishing them, encouraging them, blowing upon each one gently to simulate the outdoor breeze, and wishing them — with all your heart — well.

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12 thoughts on “Stirring from Hibernation

  1. Yay!! You’re back!! 🙂

  2. Margaret Katranides says:

    Just yesterday I was thinking that I needed a dose of Sho Nuff Sistuh’s Organic mind. Pretty clearly I will be doing minimal gardening this year, but I like to dream about it.

  3. So happy to see you are back!

  4. maryclare2 says:

    I too am very pleased to see you back. I am jealous of your seed starting. I too have not had the time in recent years. I have a funny story about that so hope I can tell it to you in person at Salt Lake this year?

  5. Yay Christienne is posting again! That must mean that spring is near, and all is well with the world. I’ve missed you. I look forward to seeing what you do with those seeds, so please don’t disappear again.

  6. Lisa says:

    You’ve been missed.

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