Spring...Springing

Eighty degrees.  Home alone.  Where do I begin?!  House or yard and garden?  That's a new brainer!

Hauling a Cow Panel home from my friend's house to put up.  Either a fence for my peas and squash or an arch for flowers and vines.  Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

An old chicken feeder with annuals beginning.

It will get pretty!

Time to Thin in the Garden and in Life

In the garden and in my life...it's time to thin.

Thinning the seedlings in our garden is important to the life, health and productivity of the plants.  It reduces competition and helps each plant's capacity to produce.  

However, after waiting and watching for those new leaves to push out of the ground; I'm not excited to thin them.  There is nothing wrong with the little plant that gets pulled and seems to go against all we are trying to do.  

It's easy to pull the weeds that are competing for the time, energy and resources in our garden but taking out the crowded plants is just as important.  

My life is the same way.  So many good things in it.  Activities, projects and goals sprout in my mind or become available to me.  

Like always, I tend to get "overcrowded" quickly.  Activities and projects compete for my attention draining precious resources such as energy, time and focus. 

 Areas of my life become sickly because of stress...leaving nothing of value.

In life and in our gardens...it's time to thin out to prepare for a healthy productive season!

New Beginnings

The wind that came up in Nebraska this afternoon pulled down my gutters, tossed trash around town and filled our lungs and eyes with dirt. 

 However, peeking out of the grown this morning was several different types of lettuce, chard and radishes.  New beginnings!  Right now I have Collard Greens, Arugula, mesclun, radishes, carrots, broccoli and squash beginning to surface.   So vulnerable and yet soon it will be time to thin them.

Lettuce within perennial raised bed.

Squash needed a place to go well protected from the wind.

Goin' Native...All The Way!

I grew up Native!  Wild grasses, flowers and plants was our playground!  Trees and holes in the ground were forts and castles!  Western South Dakota wild flower!

As a Nebraska transplant I've learned to love the sandhills.  It is beautiful and unique land.  Driving through acres of wild native grasses and plant species in order to get to my destination is my kind of paradise.

Maybe we are gaining some unwanted attention because of the pipeline debate.  Still the sandhills are not for the feint at heart...plants or humans!

According to Nebraska Natural Legacy the Nebraska Sandhills covers 19,300 square miles
 in North Central Nebraska. "The Sandhills Ecoregion includes the largest stabilized dune system in the Western Hemisphere and one of the largest, intact native grasslands in North America. The Sandhills remain as one of the last large vestiges of the Great American Plains." (Chapter 7)

At some point in history the Sandhills were similar to the Sahara desert.  The Sandhills are semiarid with less then 17 inches on the west.  Home to extremes temperatures; the Sandhills is hot and windy in the summer and cold and windy in the winter.

Lots of meadows, small lakes and marshes as one drives around the Sandhills which is full of migrating birds.  A giant interstate of flying feathers!

According to the UNL research center, nearly 700 native plant species have been documented.  All are stout, enduring and beautiful plants.  

If you have never been caressed by the feathery tops of tall grasses or sat in the midst of prairie listening to the constant peaceful rustling of the grasses then you are truly missing something grand.  

To me it represents a wild sense of freedom, adaptability, strength and endurance.

Which brings me to my dream of a little piece of sandhill church on the prairie.

Our church has several acres that we have allowed to grow native and manage weeds continually.  Trimming, pulling and spraying.  This year we are starting some grass seed in order to add more native of the native grasses of big bluestem and little blue stem, Indian grass, buffalo grass prairie sandreed, yucca and wildflowers to the steep Sandhill slopes of the property.

Little Blue Stem

Yucca

Before Intervention on the steep hills.  Covered with weeds which are doing the job of helping with erosion.  We've learned that we can't just pull and plant or we jeopardize the vulnerable soil.

Little steps...Adding a few at a time.  Hoping the taller grasses will help the buffalo grass do better.  We had it sprayed several years ago but it is still pretty slow going.

A little TLC & help from our friends!

Hopefully this "prairie" will take root and be a place of peace for many years to come!

Weeds Are Opportunistic

  "Weeds are opportunistic taking advantage of an ecological and/or geographical adaptation to conditions more favorable for their growth as opposed to the growth of the desired species." Lowell Sandell from UNL.

 
Weeds look for niches in the environment where they can take root and get established.  A place that is bare or diseased or stressed.  If it thinks it can take over...

 

Compacted soils, acid soils, infertile/sandy soils, high fertility soils, shade and moist and wet soils attract their own weeds.  In addition weed seeds build up in the soil and will come out of dormancy when "the mood is right."

Does this sound familiar to anyone?  Ever had an exhausting day where your life was compacted and were shocked at what came out?!

Two steps:

1.  Identify the weed. 

2.  Choose the available weapons. 

Give the environment what it needs so it is strong and healthy and resilient to stress and pest.

 

I would add that if we are very observant about what is happening in our yard/gardens that the weeds can tell us about what is happening there.  What's going well and what isn't.  Kind of like behavior!  Tells us what our plants are needing.

  

In Nebraska we have had unseasonably warm weather with weeds sprouting like crazy.  So I guess it is time to get to work!

 

Change in Environment

A sad week for me with our front Cottonwood tree being taken out.  Bugs had taken it's life.  This tree shaded the entire half of our house and yard protecting it from hail, wind and sun.  

The front and side bed have plants that are just beginning to push their stems through the soil.  I wonder if they will be shocked without a canopy of leaves and the dark shade they crave.  

The environment I grew up in was the perfect hot bed for learning to be adaptable, flexible and able to overcome.  If it didn't work out as planned...simply walk around or step over the barrier and keep going.

The most important aspect of planting from my experience and from Master Gardening class is...

Knowing The Place:

Macro climate/micro climate
Zone maps
Sun and shade
Soil
Drainage
Wind
Competition for resources

Knowing The Place Changes:

Trees grow and are cut down

Knowing That We Change:

Personal schedules and needs change

Abilities and energy changes

So...this summer will be a great experiment!

 

Dirt That Only a Mother Could Love...

Digging in the dirt for a an hour yesterday morning was a glorious respite!  As I added soil here and there; filling low places in flower beds trimming and tidying as I went.  I was overjoyed in the black soil I found under the piles of leaves along the fence that I pile up every year.  It was perfectly black with the perfect consistency.  

My family got home and I so wanted to share my joy with them.  Hmmmm...  

How do I state that very spiritual moment?  "You should have  seen the shovelfuls of black soil from my compost?" I can only imagine their response.

What words could I use to help them understand the fulfillment that I have in knowing the leaves that we raked years and years ago are now ready to sow plants and seeds in? 

Would they understand my joy in knowing that our "trash" is now ready to produce?  

How I treasure the hope and belief that the ashes and humus of my life will result in new beginnings.

No...this soil is dirt that only a mother could love.  

I'm o.k. with my own contentment this morning as I watch the birds pecking through newly unearthed treasure.