Last year I was lucky enough to score a garden plot from my condo association behind our building. While I would die for a real farm with backyard chickens and maybe even a goat, I figure my own garden plot comes in a close second, especially given my current location. I have to imagine my D.C. condo association has rules against goats.
Now, let’s get serious. Yesterday, I noticed a new neighbor weeding his plot next to mine. Last year, I was pretty much the only one who weeded my garden, nevermind plant anything, so there was no competition. But NOW. And with something as public as a garden plot. Bring it on.
I had unknowingly prepared for this, and the spring bulbs I planted last fall bloomed on Easter. So, without even lifting a finger to weed, I figure my spring blooms kept me on par with him. But today I forced myself to spend a vacation afternoon weeding and planting some seeds (that have been sitting on my kitchen counter for over a month). It’s amazing how competition fuels me (even when it’s made up in my head).
Then, with the help of some OCD, I sat down with a sheet of graph paper and mapped out my plot for the year (aka the game plan). So far, I planted the seeds, and moved the left over strawberry plants from last year. I got a little overzealous with the pea seeds… still working on that self-regulation.
I thought a lot about companion planting, and I plan to move the tomatoes next to the path so I don’t have to trudge through the whole plot to get to them like last year (2013: the year common sense is on my side).
Um PS, according to MS’ calendar in Living, Martha herself also tilled her garden today. That must mean the gardening gods are on my team, no?