I just did it.
I gave up on reading, I gave up on methods, I gave up on tactics.
I just, well, I just did what I thought needed to be done.
I just stuck 'em in the ground.
You see, to me gardening is a joy. It's a time of relaxation and freedom to carry me away from the stresses and staleness of the day. When I'm gardening, I can feel the dirt through my fingers and smell the damp soil. It's like therapy – getting to pull weeds, working in compost, and harvesting the bounty. Ahhh…sweet, simple pleasures. Like seeing a worm. It makes me giddy every time.
Worms = Healthy Soil = Happiness
However, there are a lot of gardening theories and a lot of gardening strategies out there. These are wonderful, and SHOULD be utilized, as they maximize productivity and efficiency. But, as with cooking, I am more of a free-bird when it comes to gardening. I've tried to plot it out and follow a method, but I just can't. I want to just plant as I want to plant. I want to put my lettuce next to my strawberries, because that's just where I feel like it should go.
There is hardly a method. And it's hardly as efficient as it should be.
So when it came time to plant my potatoes this past weekend, well, I just did it. I'd read about letting them “seal” and letting them sit in the sunshine. I've read about digging trenches and adding manure a few weeks prior to planting. I've read all these things, and then, I just got tired of reading. So I just dug a hole, cut the potatoes into large chunks, and stuck 'em down there.
In the dark, cool, moist ground.
Goodbye, potato. Please do not rot. Because I need you.
I hate being such a free spirit sometimes. I really want to be a good gardener. But I've learned that precise and meticulous just isn't my style. I'm more like an artist, just doing what comes into my head. Just doin' what I want.
So that's just what I did.
Do not take lessons from me. Do not ask me specific questions about growing potatoes. Because I just don't know.
I put a few here. And a few there. And a few over there, too. Four different varieties, all with their unique characteristics and requirements (which I'm sure I could read about in order to maximize their productivity). But I won't. Because I don't want to.
I just want to grow things with joy in my heart.
And one of those really large brimmed gardening hats!
Ya, I definitely need one of those!
At least then, I'll look like I know what I'm doing.
I better get one soon. I think the neighbors are on to me…