Jail Time for…Gardening?

Our neighbors plowed their traditional suburban front yard in anticipation of what’s to come: an entirely edible front garden. Whenever I drive by I smile to myself and look forward to this unique and lovely approach. I learned about fruit cocktail trees from my neighbor, Gwyn, and then bought one last summer for my son’s 10th birthday. In just one year it is laden with four different fruits: plums, peaches, apricots and nectarines. These trees are a boon to folks with postage-stamp sized lots. You can grow a variety of fruits, all on one tree.

One summer we grew our own pumpkins in the front yard, along with sunflowers and a tomato plant. Our backyard is shaded by two neighboring pine trees, beautiful but impractical for growing sun-loving fruits and vegetables.

So imagine my shock when a friend shared this link today:

Michigan Woman Faces Jail Time for Garden

According to the website TakePart: Inspiration to act, “Michigan resident Julie Bass thought the price of organic food in her area was just too high. So she decided to plant a home vegetable garden.

And she thought she’d put it in the front of her house, “so the neighbors could see. The kids love it. The kids from the neighborhood all come and help,” she told MyFox Detroit.

Sounds great, right? Another homeowner trying to break away from the industrial food system by growing her own food? Well, clearly, you haven’t met the code enforcement folks for the city of Oak Park.

“That’s not what we want to see in a front yard,” Oak Park City Planner Kevin Rulkowski told the Fox station.

And so, they want to see this home gardener in court.”

Here is what happened when we planted our vegetable garden out front: Neighbors stopped to talk on a more frequent basis. They asked what we had planted, how the tomatoes were doing and what variety of sunflowers we had planted. The bees stopped by too, a hot commodity for any gardener and a welcome guest. Strangers walking their dogs slowed down to see the ever-changing “landscape” of the garden. Both pumpkins and sunflowers are 100 day crops. From seed to magnificent flower or fruit in three short months. You can almost see them grow day-to-day.

Vegetable gardening isn’t always neat and tidy. Neither, by the way, is life. Just before the pumpkins turn orange, the leaves turn brown, then grey and then and almost ash-white as the plant decays. All the plants energy is now diverted to the fruit. But there is beauty in that cycle, too. Seasons are cyclical and so is life. How is it that a city council can set down such restrictive and out of date guidelines, and worse, set out to enforce them in court.

These guidelines were likely put in place to discourage people from turning a front yard into an unsightly parking lot. For better or worse, what your neighbors do with their property can affect the value of yours. But to say that a vegetable garden, though atypical, creates a prosecutable offense, seems to border on the absurd. It discourages individuality and creativity while robbing the neighborhood of something equally valuable: a sense of community and belonging.

Helianthus: Flowers of the Sun

For Susan J.

There is something so happy and hopeful about sunflowers. We grew our first “crop” quite by accident when my then three-year-old spilled a bag of squirrel food. We scooped up most of it and brushed the rest into the dirt. Nature took over and by summer’s-end we had two tall sunflowers and a few pumpkins, all volunteers from the seed scatter.

I read today that “Campaigners in Japan are asking people to grow sunflowers said to help decontaminate radioactive soil, in response to the Fukushima nuclear disaster that followed March’s massive quake and tsunami.” What a hopeful, practical and wonderful gesture towards a happier, healthier Japan.

According to SunflowerGuide.com “The default direction of the sunflower head is to point east towards sunrise (the location of the sun when it rises over the horizon in the morning.) During the day motor cells in the sunflower stem tilt the flower bud to try to receive a maximum amount of sunlight. By evening, the sunflower head is pointing west, towards sunset (the location of the sun on the horizon just before it is no longer visible.) This causes the sunflower to basically trace a 180 degree arc, tracking the sun’s position throughout the day, from horizon to horizon, sunrise to sunset.

Overnight, the sunflower will reset to its original eastward positioning and wait for the morning, ready to follow the sun’s path once again.

Once blooming however, sunflowers no longer exhibit heliotropic behaviour, and the stem is generally frozen into an eastward-facing position.” Fascinating!

Space for the sunflower, bright with yellow glow, To court the sky. - Caroline Gilman, To the Ursulines

Green Thumbs are Genetic

Dad was a horticulturist by trade; a gardener by hobby. It recently struck me how much he loved both. Because I was so young when he died, I’ve had to work hard at separating the gentleman from the myth, the man versus the legend. I’ve coveted every detail our mother could share until her memory faded with age and dementia. In 1989 I met his sister and my name sake Aunt Alys at her home in Northwood, England, returning with a fistful of photos.

What I’ve learned is this: he was a beloved brother, a generous spouse and a dad who loved his kids. He involved us in his hobbies, took each of his daughters on individual “dates,” and regularly brought home small gifts that he would hide behind his back till you guessed “which hand.” He was also a big tease, finding ways to “steal” your desert when you weren’t looking. He enjoyed photography and home movies and filled them with images of his children, the cats and the garden. He painted with oils with our mother as his muse and taught us what it meant to have compassion and integrity.

One of the most precious gifts our mother gave us was to say “your father would be so proud of you girls.” Daddy, the feeling is mutual.

Eric Milner: Landscape Notebook

Eric Milner: Landscape Notebook

A Method of Growing Grass to Water's Edge

Carport Patio Design

Garden Steps

Planting Tomatoes: A Little Humor

My sister forwarded the following story. It made me smile.

An older gentleman living alone in New Jersey looked forward to planting his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work. The ground was simply too hard. His only son Vincent would usually help him but he was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son describing his predicament.

Dear Vincent,

It looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig it for me, like in the old days. I’m feeling a little sad. I hope you are well.

Love, Papa

A Handful of Goodness

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Papa,

Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried.

Love, Vinnie

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Papa,

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love you, Vinnie

“A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.” – Laurie Colwin

A Crack in the Fence

Fine arts photographer, Paul Hood recently posted these stunning photos on Facebook entitled “Ten Minutes in the Backyard.”

I love taking photos in my own garden, but only dream of approaching the artistry of his work. With Paul’s permission, for your viewing pleasure:

Secret Garden

Lace

Blooms

Crack in the Fence

Fig Tree


Images used by permission (all rights reserved). Photographer, Writer and Spiritual Counselor, Paul Hood

The Fluffster Outdoors

“A cat improves the garden wall in sunshine, and the hearth in foul weather.”
-Judith Merkle Riley

Fluffy on the Bridge

Shy and retiring and a little on the wild side, our Fluffy is always at her best in the garden.

At 17 she has lost her desire to climb trees and hunt rats but she still enjoys the sun on her back. She’s a bit of a stealth kitty, quietly hiding under shrubs and between flower beds, especially when rambunctious children are on the scene.

Can you see me now?

Conversely, she can pierce the nighttime solitude with her tortured wail, beseeching you to fill her food dish at 3:00 am or to release her from the cozy-confines of the bathroom where incontinent kitties must now spend the night.

Shhhh...I'm not really here.

"Hiding" in the Almond Tree

"Hiding" in the Almond Tree

 

Garden Log: June 14, 2011

A garden critter chewed into the stem of this pumpkin plant so we assumed the fruit was done for. Today we noticed that it continues to grow!

We administered a bit of first aid in the form of grafting tape wrapped around the stem.
Starter Pumpkin

and a “Jolly Green Hosiery” cover to deter further nibbles.
Jolly Green Hosiery

Elsewhere, the corn is as tall as I am (5’10”) and the neighboring pumpkin leaves are the size of serving trays.
The Promise of Corn

Our sunflowers are getting taller. Today’s heat was a welcome gift.
All in a Row

Pumpkins Go Viral!

Well…not exactly. But when you say “viral” these days, people notice. In bygone days, it meant you had “the clap.” Now we’re usually referring to our email account, Facebook or Twitter.

I digress…

We have a bumper crop of pumpkins this year. It’s been pretty exciting. Even with the disappointing weather which has been ten degrees below the seasonal norm, the plants continue to send out shoot after shoot. We have five or six varietals, some with leaves the size of dinner plates. We mourned a few losses this afternoon (squirrels!) but the plants are so prolific, that we felt we could afford to be cavalier about our losses.

Bumper Crop

Bagby Garden

It’s been a joy to share in the Bagby School Garden experience these past few years. I’ve had the pleasure of working with Donna Boss since 2007. Donna and one other parent pioneered the school garden. They rallied volunteers and donors along with the school custodial staff, and with a day of sweat-equity, gave birth to the Bagby Garden and Outdoor Classroom.

Donna Outside the Garden Shed

A handful of parents turn out once a month and we collectively share and instruct eager students in the joys of planting, watering, harvesting and tasting the fruits of their labor. Students are inquisitive and willing to try new things. Green soup anyone? Kids covet the rakes and watering cans along with the over-sized wheelbarrow. At the school’s Open House my own children were proud to show off what they planted. Budding gardeners take pride in what they grow.

Bagby Garden

In addition to planting and harvesting, we have a chance to look at bugs, read stories and make garden-related crafts. One of the more popular Garden Fridays included a pumpkin raffle. Our first pumpkin harvest yielded several beautiful specimens. Other years, we supplement from a local patch. One afternoon, my garden duty was babysitting a pair of mantids (praying mantis) from curious but occasionally over-eager hands.

Pumpkin Raffle


Each summer we sign up to take care of the garden for a week. It’s my secret pleasure having the garden all to myself for that week. During the teaching Fridays my role is to instruct, not to plant, water or weed. It’s not always easy when you have green blood running through your veins to step back and let others do all the work (and have all the fun)!

Happy Gardener

My son graduates this year and a whole new crop of students will take his place. We’re both ready for new experiences and growth, but I’ll look back wistfully on my time in this lovely garden. It went by too fast.

This Bud’s For…

The Buds Have It

If I finish that thought, I’m afraid I’ll be sued. It happened years ago to a florist who received a cease and desist order for using “This Bud’s For You” as the name of a flower shop. I never developed a taste for “Bud’s” or suds of the drinking variety, but I do love the buds in my garden.

According to Wikipedia, “In botany, a bud is an undeveloped or embryonic shoot and normally occurs in the axil of a leaf or at the tip of the stem. Once formed, a bud may remain for some time in a dormant condition, or it may form a shoot immediately.”

I love their embryonic nature. I’m in my fifties and I still marvel at the wonders of a seed, a bud, a flower and a fruit, that perfectly orchestrated cycle of plant life. But it’s the bud that holds the promise of tomorrow; new beginnings, fresh starts.

This undeveloped, embryonic shoot is for you!