I was hesitant to write this blog post - to capture the same angles of my garden that I did in my post from October last year. To pause and reflect on how much a garden changes in two and half months - when your tank runs dry, and you have one the hottest, driest and shortest Spring's on record, when a plague of grasshoppers descends and consumes most green in sight! But then I thought, no, I want this record made - it is real life trying to grow a garden, trying to work out the seasons, to live on land. You just have to keep going as best you can... And remarkably our garden is not all dried and brown. There are patches of green, petunia blooms and tomatoes forming. There are a little herbs (that the grasshoppers are not eating) like chives and mint we can pick and toss through our salad. There are lettuce leaves to be picked from a pot, zucchinis and dainty green squashes that mysteriously appear overnight.
There was a point when we just had to choose which plants we wanted to survive the most - and spend our scant and precious rain and household "grey" water on them. So it's become our nighttime ritual, after we put the boys to bed and it's still light - we cart out the cold water from our showers, baby bath and kitchen sink - we fill up watering cans from the garden tank - to pour out on the infant trees, vegetables and flowers we planted here.
This summer we are learning the absolute joy a spot of living green brings... we are also taking note of which plants are truly hardy, how an organic soap-based spray is fairly effective deterrent for grasshoppers, what difference enough mulch makes. I am especially amazed that some plants have survived in the heat of the polytunnel - that these grasshoppers just don't seem keen on eating my tomatoes, eggplant, cucumbers, squash or watermelons (but the corn and sunflowers, oh my, they are devouring that) and they are actually thriving and producing good things for us to eat.
Last week we had an idea to install one of our many farmyard bath tubs into the polytunnel so I could finally have a much wished-for soak every now and again. And a day or two later I filled it with pots of rain water heated on the stove, adding epsom salts and a few drops of lavender and bergamot oil and lay there luxuriating as night fell, with our cats padding around and grasshoppers jumping, I listening to rustling trees and the crow of birds, and looking up spied a faint sparkle of stars... the next day I scooped out the water onto the plants. Bliss indeed.