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I killed my sage.
My mother, a formally-trained botanist who owned her own organic gardening company for several years, tells me that sage is very hard to kill.
I tell her I killed it.
She says I must be very talented, indeed. She is a good mother.
I am trying to be a good mother, and thankfully I am trying on vegetation and nothing more human-y because I am not doing a very good job.
In my defense, container gardening is very difficult. In my defense, Nashville has been 85. Nashville has been 36. Nashville has been raining. Nashville has weather 70 mile per hour winds that have taken down barns. In my defense, I am trying.
Things appear to be getting better. I am growing sunflowers, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers. I am growing Montana wild flowers, crab apple tree seedings, potatoes, beans, carrots. I am growing zinnias, basil, gourds, and cat grass. All the babies, born from seeds, fostered with love.
I’m even growing avocados from pits, which my very supportive boyfriend finally cut off because apparently, eight alien-like cups of germinating avocado pits on the counter is enough. For some people, I guess.
I killed all the herbs. I think it had to do with the apartment heat and then the apartment air conditioning. I definitely over-watered them and there wasn’t proper drainage in the cute, but maybe not so effective wall mount I got. I think the strawberry plant is dead too. It was too hot too quickly, so I learned my lesson there.
The citrus trees didn’t make it through the winter. Have you ever seen a plant rot from tip to stem. One of the avocado trees died in real time.
I killed two succulents.
It’s even harder to kill succulents than sage.
But the potato is sprouting. The basil is bigger every day. I’ve transplanted the zinnias. Everything is green and lush and happy.
Gardening is messy. It is expensive and time-consuming. It is unpredictable and uncontrollable. And that is a good thing. When I bake cookies, I can measure out the exact amount of baking soda I need. When I go to the gym, I can set goals for quicker miles or higher weights. Existence is easier when there is control and calm and focus, when the numbers add up and the ends meet.
But life isn’t calm and focused and even the most type A personality will eventually find they can’t control everything, not the amount of rain that falls from the sky or the temperature of a southern summer or even the health of the plants we start with.
Gardening is a lesson in managing the unmanageable. We can arm ourselves with the right tools and educate ourselves on the right care. But sometimes knowing in advance isn’t enough. We have to be able to respond to things as they happen. We have to know how to react when nature doesn’t go exactly according to plan, because very rarely does anything go exactly according to plan.
I spent several hours this weekend planting and cleaning up my balcony. It’s not a very large space, but it’s just perfect for practicing skills I plan to use in the future.
If we ever manage to find ourselves a house, I’d like to know how to create a more sustainable life. I’d like to know the signs of over or under-watering, I’d like to be an in an educated position to respond to whatever my garden–or my day–may throw at me.
Gardening is imperfect. So is life. The trick to them both is to arm yourself with a good trowel and expect that it won’t turn out as expected. Some days, you may kill the sage. But other days, you may peek out your window to that little patch of balcony, and catch a glimpse of a bright yellow sunflower turned up toward the sky.