Gardening and Other Metaphors

This is a post about gardening and other metaphors that occurred to me once I started trying to learn how to garden.

Gardening and Other Metaphors

Something I was hoping to do last summer (but never got around to and didn’t really know how to) was have a few vegetables growing. Vegetables that I could call my own. Something to grow and nurture and mature and feel proud of.

Well, that was last year.

This year I still held hope but was no more motivated to act. But then the opportunity presented itself for a 14×6 plot near-ish my home…for free. All I have to do is plant it and tend it, nurture, mature, and feel proud of it.

So I figured I should take the opportunity while it was there.

Learning how to garden

It’s a community garden, which is really handy for those who don’t have the space and/or opportunity to garden at home. And I think the whole “community garden thing” is really catching on. For me this arrangement is wonderful for a few reasons.

  1. I don’t have a yard and/or garden in my condo
  2. I don’t have the time or desire to tend more than a small plot
  3. I’ve been interested in connecting closer in my community and this is one way to do that
  4. I want to learn more about growing vegetables and about the world I live in
  5. I don’t know how to garden, not really. And I don’t know if I would like one in the future. This is a good way for me to find out. A trial period if you will. To see if it sticks

So, yes, I’m doing something trendy but I’m also doing something educational, “green” (which I suppose you could say is also trendy), sustainable, and cost-effective. Oh, and I’ll be sure to be eating healthier if all goes according to plan. Like, if the stuff actually grows.

While we were planting the plot I couldn’t help but look around at the other plots and the other gardeners in our garden. Most of them are couples, and many are seasoned gardeners. Or at least somewhat experienced.

I also couldn’t help but notice the confident way they were all preparing and planting their areas. And the cool tools they brought with them. And pre-grown plants. And, well, gardening stuff. It was all a bit intimidating.

My husband and I, well, we brought a few seeds, some tomato seedlings from my mom, some old potatoes in the cupboard that were starting to spud…and a spoon.

Our plan was (and still is) to throw the stuff into the ground, give it some water, and see how it grows.

There’s probably a metaphor in there somewhere—actually probably several—for my marriage but I’m not going to think too deeply on it.

This is a post about gardening and other metaphors that occurred to me once I started trying to learn how to vegetable garden. Sigh.

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Zucchini Tales

These are the beginning of my zucchini tales. I have a feeling this won’t be the end. Because zucchini is awesome. And difficult to kill. So.

Zucchini Tales

It all started simply enough, mom had record-sized-and-numbered zucchini in her greenhouse and offered one to me.

Of course I accepted. Because zucchini tales must be told.

Zucchini!

Well that same week I was invited over to a friend’s house and when I asked what to bring she said something like, “Well, what do you have?”

Oh! Zucchini!

So I brought it on over and she cooked it on up and it was fabulous and delicious.

So, you understand when I gladly accepted a second zucchini. And a third.

Thus, the zucchini tales are growing and must be told to make room for more

Although I was invited out for dinner a few times over the next couple weeks, I did not have the opportunity to bring out any more zucchini. And then I was house sitting for a few days, and sometimes I forget about what’s in the drawers of my fridge and…well you know.

By the time I re-discovered the zucchini it had lost its firmness and started to grow a beard. Oh my…

Time to bake! Because zucchini tales!

I looked up a couple recipes online and decided to challenge myself: I would only bake what I could make from the ingredients already in my house.

The challenge was twofold.

  1. Because I rarely feel like shopping
  2. Because I am trying to learn the art of making the most of what I already have

So I started with bread. My grandma had given me some zucchini bread a while back and even though she said she had to cut the bottom off because it wasn’t perfect, I thought it was tasty. Also, I had recently made banana bread and it was so fabulous I was stoked to try again.

Well…

zucchini tales zucchini bread fail

Something happened.

I knew it wasn’t cooking properly, but the top was starting to burn! It was disappointing but I still had another zucchini so I kept going. This time I made soup. I didn’t take any photos but trust me when I say yum.

It’s peppery and zucchini-y and awesome! The purée soup also freezes well so I’ve had some awesome lunches this month. (BTW here’s a great recipe for Easy Zucchini Soup. You’re welcome.)

But the soup working out didn’t distract me from the bread disaster. What happened?

It rolled around my head all night and it came to me in the shower. I cleaned the oven a couple nights ago and must’ve disconnected the bottom burner thingy! Eureka!

So, I tried again. I didn’t have any more zucchini but I still had about 15 baking apples leftover from the orchard. And I was still up to my personal challenge…

zucchini tales delicious zucchini and apple pie

I’m back!

These are the beginning of my zucchini tales. I have a feeling this won't be the end. Because zucchini is awesome. And difficult to kill. So.

Until I have more zucchini tales here are some great gardening-related posts