On secret gardens

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Boothby’s Blonde cukes in the all-volunteer garden

For the last three years, my daughter has had her own garden bed.

Never one to force the issue, I figured she’d either like the idea of having a space to grow her own stuff, or she wouldn’t.  Either way, whatever is growing in that bed is “hers.”  And, for the third year in a row, she hasn’t shown much interest beyond the initial seed-starting frenzy begun last winter.

That is okay.  The compost yields its gifts quite readily, and this year, in that garden bed of hers, there are: two prolific Costata Romanesco zucchini, four pie pumpkin plants, three butternut squash plants, four tomatoes, and one (at least one, can’t tell) Hubbard squash.  Oh:  and the above cucumber.

She has been delighted with these “finds.”  She considers herself quite the successful gardener.

Who am I to tell her that the garden planted itself?

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7 responses to “On secret gardens

  1. She is a successful gardener. My tiny gardener used to sell her produce to our local grocer. She initiated the contract herself and handled business out of her Strawberry Shortcake lunchbox. She was six years old. Now she keeps all of her friends supplied with organic vegetables.

  2. Lovely! I so love volunteers in the garden. They always bring a smile to my face.

  3. Yay, compost. There’s such a joy in “free” plants.

  4. Volunteers are such a happy surprise. And in a way, they are hers – it is the compost that she likely helped to spread and maintain, or at least understood its purpose. Many wouldn’t even go that method…. its another angle of being a gardener 🙂

  5. We made a little garden for our grandson last year and he quickly lost interest in it. This year we all just shared the big garden. I did have him help plants seeds (that was an interesting experience), pick berries and tomatoes, and weed…yeah he loved that chore.:). He did have his very own ground cherry, tomato plant, and fennel plant though. He loves the licorice flavor of fennel, he thinks that is where licorice comes from…can’t imagine where he got that idea. But, all in all he is much more interested in fishing, and fishing, and more fishing….my poor worms.

    I grew Boothby’s Blonde cukes last year for the first time. What an early and prolific plant they are. Our bigger White Stallion cukes do really well also. Of course nobody likes them because they are not green…more for me and the chickens. I have decide that either I have a mild case of a new disease called orthorexia nervosai (compulsive healthy eating disorder) or everyone else has Food texture/color/flavor hypersensitivity.:)

  6. Aw, Pamela. I wonder if our girl will be so ambitious! What a cute story.

    Green Bean, especially if the volunteers show up in bare spots, right? Yeah, they’re pretty fun.

    Stef, thanks. She’s happy watching her pumpkins grow.

    MC, yeah, she looks for compost pails in other peoples’ houses and is kind of shocked that she is supposed to throw her apple core *into the garbage*. It’s funny what you get used to.

    Mike, it comes and goes, the fascination with the garden. Our girl helps me harvest every night. Often, I am making 5 different vegetables for dinner, all because she picked them all. And I like your self-diagnosed disease! I suppose you could peel your cucumbers and fool them all, right? You could also cook the crap out of all the veggies and then everyone will eat them. Your little Mexican sour gherkins look pretty cute. Knowing me by the time I got to them all they’d be sour watermelons though. I suppose there are worse things to grow….

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