Hi everyone, I’m a new kid here at The Pagan and The Pen. I’ve spent most of the morning thinking about what my first guest post should be about, all the while staring out the dining room window at my angry, cold garden. So, I’ve decided to blog about that sad patch outside in hopes of making it feel better.
I live in Edmonton, AB. Our growing season is about four months, if we’re lucky. Today, for example, it’s 6C outside (42F), pouring rain, and windy. This is not representative of the rest of Canada. My partner happens to be in Toronto today, where it’s a fair bit warmer. But not here. Here, my tomatoes are under three layers of blankets because it’s going down to near-freezing tonight.
I look back at the aboriginal peoples who first lived on this land and marvel at how any of them managed to live. The berry season is laughable short. At least the wild roses are edible (and quite tasty).
I think about how spoiled I am. I don’t rely on my garden to feed my family. (Please don’t tell my basil that. I’ve been berating it for curling from the cold, telling it that we can’t afford to buy fresh basil at the store, and so it needs to suck it up). I can just go to the grocery store or the farmer’s market and buy whatever I want. This is a hobby, not a means of survival.
As I look out at the tomatoes huddled under Winnie the Pooh blankets stolen from my step-children’s beds, I marvel how lucky I am to be able to grow “exotic” plants (like tomatoes) in this climate because of the fun of it, not because I rely on it to feed us through the winter.
But, next year, I think I might plant more local plants. Saskatoon berries are rather tasty, after all. And they don’t need blankets in May.
Krista D. Ball