I’ve dug up our lawn in a strip along the sidewalk leading up to the front door. Why? It’s my experiment to do a seasonal cutting garden propagated only from seed. For you see, I habitually harvest my own seeds each year: cosmos, larkspur, poppy, bachelor button, and globe amaranth. In addition, I supplement with mail order zinnia seeds.
I started this venture way back in January before the virus pandemic crept into our communities. I began by digging up the grass in pallets and transplanting it to thinner spots around the yard. Secondly, I amended the soil with my own home-brew compost as well as bags of cotton burr. By February, I was ready to sow my first wave of seeds including larkspur, bachelor button, and poppy since they needed to be in the ground asap in anticipation of a spring show. When these first blooms play out by the heat of May, I will pull them up, harvest their seed pods, and plant the summer seeds of zinnia, cosmos, and globe amaranth.
I realized today, as March rolled into April and we are smothered by this pandemic quarantine time, that this little experimental strip has become my hope garden. I hope that we survive this scourge and can enjoy the upcoming summer blooms. I hope that this path leading up to our bright red front door will again welcome guests. I hope that our grandchildren can again delight in running their hands through the scented border as they race up to us for hugs. I hope that I will have so many blooms, that every guest who pops by can leave embracing their own take-home bouquet.
What hope is sustaining you this season?
Gardening simply does not allow one to be mentally old, because too many hopes and dreams are yet to be realized.