Category: Jardin Journale

• Jardin Journale: Productivity

  When I was a kid I could spend hours in a swimming pool. 

  I have no recollection of what I would do. Play? Swim? Splash? 

  Now, when I get in a pool, I’m at a loss. I feel like I should swim laps, or play a game, or float and read a book. 

  I never had this problem until I was an adult. 

  I’ve been thinking about this in regards to gardening. Right now, when my mind starts whirl-pooling into work-thoughts, pandemic-thoughts or worry-thoughts that I can’t shake, I make a conscious decision to start thinking about my garden.

  

  What seeds do I plant next? What needs to be pruned, staked, or watered? What areas haven’t been weeded? 

  But I realized all of these thoughts, while they are nice and distracting, are still goal-oriented.  Even when I’m in the garden, I am thinking about what needs to be done. I have my work gloves on, I’m crouching, shoveling, weeding and seeing all the imperfections that should be fixed. 

  I think sometimes this is just what it means to be an adult. There comes a time when our “play” is actually work. It’s creating something, or fixing something, or baking something. It’s about swimming when you’re in the pool, instead of just being in the pool. 

  Yes, being in the garden is still way more relaxing than being at work. But part of my own struggles with work-life balance, especially when work and home are becoming ever more entwined during this pandemic, is that I forget I don’t always have to produce something. 

  I guess I’m trying to rediscover the inner child that allowed me to experience things without expecting an outcome from them. To rediscover the me who would spend hours outside, just playing. Petting the cats, turning flower petals into boats for fairies, plucking blades of grass and braiding it. 

  

  Gardening doesn’t have to be to produce a beautiful garden. It can be just to get outside, put my hands in the dirt and feel. 

  Although I write for a living, my writing doesn’t always have to have a monetary value. It doesn’t have to have a value at all. 

  For example, does this blog post have to have a call to action, a focal point, or an ending? Or can it just be a moment for me to express thought, choose words and put them in an order, for no reason at all other than to feel how I feel while I’m doing it. 

  

  April 30, 2020

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• Jardin Journale: Greet Spring

  

  We moved into our house in late November, and after a full December, only got around to planting daffodil bulbs in January.

  I was convinced they weren’t going to show up at all this year. But just like all the gardening advice columns I consulted, it looks like they’re going to be late bloomers. Last weekend we noticed a few daffodils springing up and this weekend found even more.

  

  And with each day, our garden is shaped into the natural paradise I want it to be. We’re nearly done weeding all the beds—although that work never truly ends—and are beginning to think more strategically about where to plant our seed starts and future annuals.

  Inheriting a garden is exciting because there are some established plants I know are bound to be beautiful, and some new arrivals that I didn’t realize were there, like what I think is a host of Lily of the Valley coming up from below the deck.

  

  But the inherited garden also comes with a lot of things we aren’t overly fond of, such as randomly spaced out heathers that take up too much room for little viewing pleasure. We both love heather, but these particular heather plants are not our favorite varieties, nor are they in a place we love.

  So we are removing them and planning to either give them away or move them to a different spot. In their place we are adding some native plants, like a red twig dogwood shrub. We also added a forsythia this weekend—a bit of bright yellow to help us greet spring each year.

  

  

  Inside, the seed starts are well on their way and I can’t wait for them to be ready to plant. In the planter boxes outside, we have sown poppies, sweet peas and now nasturtiums as well.

  

  

  

  Every time I stick a seed in the earth I wonder if anything will come of it. Maybe it’s an exercise in taming perfectionism: the worst case scenario is nothing. But the best case scenario is beautiful blooms.

  March 30, 2020

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• Jardin Journale: Gardening, not cancelled

  On the last day of freedom before our sheltering-in-place began, Libby and I made our way over to Mount Vernon to soak in some sunshine—both the actual rays on this first spring Saturday of the year and the sunny, yellow fields of daffodils.

  

  

  

  The farms weren’t open to the public, so we had a socially distant lunch on the dirt in the middle of the daffodil field. Heaven.

  We also stopped by Christianson’s, one of the best local nurseries in the area, for some garden inspiration. There we greeted doves, walked lazily through greenhouse after greenhouse and purchased a few tiny pots to plant violets in.

  

  

  

  The next day, having spent all that time soaking up beauty, we tackled some much needed weeding AND planted seeds—poppies and sweet peas direct-seeded outside, while a host of others, such as yarrow, hollyhocks, snapdragons, foxgloves, started indoors.

  Just a few days later and already tiny sprouts are popping out of the soil!

  

  In these days surrounded by deaths—now climbing into the hundreds in Washington state—it’s good to see life unfolding before my eyes.

  Perhaps this pandemic will bring about one thing of beauty: everyone’s gardens will be lush this summer after days spent at home, in isolation, working the soil.

  March 25, 2020

  blog, blogging, creative writing, flowers, garden, gardening, Mount Vernon, nursery, planting, port townsend, seeds, writing

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• Jardin Journale: Late winter inspiration

  

  Winter is on its way out and I am counting down the days until spring blooms.

  Our jardin is steadily being prepped for planting seeds: I’m slowly getting rid of major weeds and an invasive ground cover plant that I hate. After I finish adding compost to the soil next weekend, we are going to plant some of our first seeds of the year: sweet peas, nasturtiums, poppies and zinnias. Inside, we’re going to start some snapdragon seeds.

  For now, though, I’m looking for garden inspiration from the small pops of color that surround me. A visit to the butterflies on my birthday, a trip to the Garden Show in Seattle and the unknown buds that are popping up around the garden.

  

  While we plan our flower garden we are also trying to determine natural ways to deal with pests like deer. Hopefully most of our flowers will be deer-resistant—like foxglove, snapdragon, poppies, zinnias, yarrow and hollyhocks—and we’re planning on creating toxic-flower-barriers by planting them around those that might be a bit more vulnerable, like sunflowers.

  

  We recently planted two bare-root roses (one climbing peach-colored and one pale pink) and I’m excited to see them grow, but terrified of how they might get munched on by deer.

  According to a recent article in the New York Times (Titled “On Staten Island, Feeling Overrun”) there are an estimated 30 million deer across the country that eat the equivalent of 15 million metric tons of vegetation — greater than the combined weight of all the aircraft carriers in the Navy.

  I’m convinced half of those deer live in Port Townsend.

  

  The previous owner of our house planted some tulip bulbs, which started to grow only to be munched on by deer. Despite the sad tulips, I’m staying positive that the deer will leave most of our garden alone. All we can do is stick to toxic flowers and hope for the best!

  March 9, 2020

  blogging, creative writing, deer, deer-resistant plants, flower garden, flowers, garden, gardening, jardin, planting, plants, port townsend, washington, writing

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• Jardin Journale: After the rain

  It’s been raining nonstop for the past month.

  But this week was one of the worst yet. Day after day of unrelenting rainfall left me feeling like I might drown in the growing mud puddle surrounding my house.

  So when the clouds parted Friday afternoon and I saw blue sky for the first time in many, many days, it was like feeling several pounds lighter. Spring will come as it always does.

  

  On Saturday, Libby and I went for a walk at Chetzemoka park in town, getting inspiration from a tiny daisy that was blooming in the middle of a soggy, grassy knoll. There, a tree has already begun to bloom, making me feel like the pressure is on to get the yard ready for spring planting.

  

  

  On Sunday, I got out in the yard and began assessing our soil. Fallen leaves and tree debris has made for a nice mulchy layer to add nutrients to the soil.

  

  Our winter blooming Hellebores bring a spot of color to the yard—a ray of sunshine to come home to on the days when cloud cover and early sunsets make the entire day seem dark.

  

  

  And signs of the coming spring are all around: I trimmed off last year’s seed pods from the peony tree, where new buds are forming. They look like clasped hands.

  

  What’s exciting about our new home is we don’t fully know what is out in the garden yet. We know there are peonies, but don’t know what color. We see buds forming on the rhody, but aren’t sure when it will bloom. There’s a bare shrub that could (hopefully!) be a lilac. And shoots are springing from the dark earth that are likely the first stages of some irises and crocosmias.

  Slowly, it will reveal itself to us and we hope to add even more color, with a plan to plant sunflowers, snapdragons, sweet peas, foxgloves, Queen Anne’s Lace, dahlias and much much more.

  We have already planted a few daffodil bulbs around the yard. I keep looking at the spots where we planted them, imagining them waking up from their dormancy under there. Hopeful that they’ll grow, bloom and bring brightness and color. Waiting, waiting.

  

  XO Lily

  February 10, 2020

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• Getting our hands dirty

  

  We don’t wake up with the sunrise to get out in the garden. It’s still winter, we’re still young and waking up slowly and sweetly is too lovely to give up.

  Besides, we know that just as much can be done in the warmth of a setting afternoon sun as in the morning.

  In the midst of winter, the earth is still cold but at our seaside home it is damp and soft, making it easy to dig our trowels in, pull up weeds with our bare hands and plant our hopes.

  After moving into a new house in Port Townsend last November, Libby and I are spending January planning our flower garden for the summer.

  

  Here are some of the first tasks on a journey which I hope will lead to a blooming paradise this summer:

  1. Figuring out what to do with the yard art left by the home’s previous owner.
  2. Planting what we have brought with us from previous places, like a pot of fever few, a twiggy mint plant and some new birthday hellebores.
  3. Organizing our garden bench
  4. Pulling the weeds, getting rid of the ground cover we hate, mulching and preparing the dirt for planting.
  5. Deciding on our seeds and garden design

  

  I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how planting things is a bit like telling someone you like them: you’re putting something out there that might get dug up and eaten by a bird. It might just stay there, not doing anything at all but eventually molding back into the earth.

  But it might grow, slowly reaching out of the depths of the earth into the spring sun, getting taller and taller and finally blooming into something sweet and beautiful.

  

  That’s what I’m hoping for.

  January 21, 2020

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