After the last post with my April fool’s joke-in-bad-taste…I feel the need to hurry up and follow up with a new subject matter! (Quickly, quickly, quickly! I’m totally red faced and embarrassed. And I’m sorry for making so many of you worry).
So here’s a new subject: Man, the gopher is back.
I thought perhaps it/he/she had left the garden. Not a peep for months throughout winter. And so, I went forward with spring planting without putting down a net or fine chicken wire to keep the gopher out. I really should have dug up the garden bed at least a couple of feet in depth and put a barrier down. But I didn’t. I was too lazy and impatient.
I plowed (figuratively speaking, because I didn’t actually plow this garden) forward. I sowed some seeds, planted a couple of tomato plants because I wanted a garden! The sun is out, the temps are rising, and the image of tomato laden plants and carrots and radishes and fresh cut herbs–too tempting.
And I’ve paid for my lack of preparation. The gopher has come into the garden and taken down a tomato and broccoflower plant.
Seriously. The plants went straight down into the ground, with only a little hole and soil disturbance as evidence of their prior existence. Darn gopher! I have a tough growing season ahead of me. I put a sound emitting stake into the ground and hoped for the best.
Oddly enough, I’m trying to do the opposite with my novel writing. Just plow forward and not worry about the details and the foundation too much. And gophers? They’re a welcome thing in a novel–something tricky, something annoying!
I want the unexpected in my story, the annoying and pesky characters. I want the story to take off, become messy and complex. There’s no story in a perfect garden void of critters and gophers. There’s no story when desire is fulfilled.
And so, the story of the garden continues. I hope it continues to inspire me with its twists and turns.
Last year, I planted the garden because I was homeridden after the stroke, and also grief ridden after a death in the family. I wanted to nurture some life. I found even the gopher delightful–the idea of life underground was invigorating.
This year? I actually want some vegetables. But in lieu of that, I’ll take inspiration.