A triangular-shaped patch in my backyard served as a vegetable garden for years. The soil, grainy and sandy, not perfect for an awesome harvest, sufficed for greens in spring, tomatoes of assorted sizes throughout the summer, and a variety of other veggies. I do not have a deep, dark green thumb; my horticultural prowess leans towards the light or lime green. But I plodded on…
Until this year.
Green shoots of radishes, arugula and lettuce seeded in early spring popped out of the soil in May. Success!
Then one morning I stepped outside to eagerly view the progress of my budding veggies. I beheld…
An empty patch of brown dirt greeted me. Sad and frustrated, I succumbed to the destiny of my vegetable garden.
I know what happened. I know the culprits that destroyed my crop. Rabbits. They swarm over our neighborhood. I thought they might pass over my small space, but I was wrong. They gobbled my goodies and left nothing for me.
I realized I couldn’t triumph over the critters. I had fought a losing battle.
The rabbits won.
What to do now with my desolate plot of soil? My yearly tending, planting, watering, hoping for a luscious harvest and usually getting measly yields was now a bygone endeavor. That chapter of my life concluded, permanently.
Time for a change.
I meandered around a local nursery, checking prices and sun and soil requirements, and bought five budget-priced perennial bushes. If they don’t make it, I won’t feel too bad.
I returned home, dug holes, watered, fertilized, and planted my purchases. Now I hope they survive and thrive. I will add two or three more bushes to fill out the space in the next few weeks, as well as some annuals so the area does not appear particularly barren this year.
My lime green thumb potted annuals this spring in hanging baskets and an assortment of containers acquired over the years, which I positioned around my front and back yards. Strawberry plants, mint and lavender, tough it out on my watch. I water when necessary and deadhead dying flowers in the hope new ones grow. My gardening days are diminished, but not departed.
Meanwhile rabbits, a hefty size thanks to the bountiful food available around my neighborhood but no longer plentiful in my backyard, occasionally poke their naughty heads out of shrubs in my front yard. I can almost hear what they are thinking…we won, we won, the old lady gave up!
But if they were really smart, they would have shared my garden – my Golden Goose Garden bounty – with me all summer.