Monday, May 7, 2012

May 7, 2012

Repotting

by Lynne Sharon Schwartz
The healthy plant outgrows its pot
the way a healthy child outgrows its clothes.
Don't let it suffer constriction. Spread the Sports
or Business section of the New York Times
on the dining room table. Find a clay pot
big enough for fresh growth. In the bottom
place pebbles and shards from a broken pot for drainage.
Add handfuls of moist black potting soil,
digging your hands deep in the bag, rooting
so the soil gets under your fingernails.
Using a small spade or butter knife,
ease the plant out of its old pot with extreme
care so as not to disturb its wiry roots.

The plant is naked, suspended from your hand
like a newborn, roots and clinging soil
exposed. Treat it gently. Settle it
into the center of the new pot, adding soil
on the sides for support—who isn't shaky,
moving into a new home ?
Pack more soil around the plant,
tapping it down till you almost reach the rim.
Flounce the leaves as you would a skirt. Then water.
Place the pot back on the shelf in the sunlight.
Gather the Sports section around the spilled soil
and discard. Watch your plant flourish.
You have done a good and necessary deed.

( from See You in the Dark. © Curbstone Books, 2012.)

Three years ago today Ken King, having finished a life largely lived with and through the garden, moved on. Perhaps he would appreciate the image of being "repotted" by God, no longer to suffer constriction. 

Ken knew plants need room to grow. The seeds he sowed on the farm continue to flourish; he made sure they had a lot of space.


Friday, March 9, 2012

Pre Spring

First trays planted in the greenhouse... and so it begins.

 Good friend, neighbor and writer Tom Hines describes the start of a cycle at Frog Holler he has witnessed many times.

 Pre Spring
                The boys won’t say much.  They’ll build a wood fire in the green house and plant seeds.  They’ll keep it warm enough over night and water it in the day.  They’ll bring in wood to make heat in the blower stove and try to limit use of propane fuel.  They’ll bring in wood for the boiler which warms water circulating through the thick concrete table top which warms soil trays of planted seeds.  They won’t look at the gauges, they’ll feel the warming concrete table and put a finger in the soil and look at the sprouting green.   They’ll mix soil, maybe some well aged compost and manure , maybe some swamp muck mixed with store-bought soil from the Amish two states away, soil always old and new, a learning blend, rich and lush, filled with hope and new life.  How many trays today, this week, this month?  Not too many, not too few, not too soon, not too late.  The herbs, over at the side looking throw-away disheveled begin to peek out, coming back to life.  Tomato seeds, countless varieties, they keep track of them, saying their enchanted names each with a blessing.  And basil, they wonder, ‘Will we ever have enough’ and contemplate the fun all summer  pronouncing  ‘basil’ whichever way.     Helpers will dribble in over early chilly months for lots of transplanting, lots of wonderful successes, some failures, some soil ‘too hot’ or plants ‘not happy’, an ongoing mystery.  Still the mixing, watering, heating, identifying--   the grow of a season, unlike any other season, all new and blushing, plants will begin crowing like young roosters, awaiting transplant to gardens all about.  As for now, ‘Yes’, the boys think, ’It is good, let’s try it again’.




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