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Garden Story: A City Girl's Gardening Dreams

Updated on April 17, 2013
A field of iceburg lettuce.  The opposite of what my garden looked like.
A field of iceburg lettuce. The opposite of what my garden looked like. | Source

Garden Dreams

As I write this, a dream is growing in my backyard. Four dreams, actually – all of them French mantilla butterhead lettuces.

Granted, it’s a weak start for a garden; but then, I’m a born and bred city girl. Neither my parents nor our neighbors would have ever dared to take a till to their perfect, lush suburban lawns, so it’s not in my recent lineage to garden.

However, since graduating from college, I have had this hankering to try my thumb at vegetables, but my housing locations were never right for it – until now. Having recently moved to a rural, small town and a yard bigger than our car, I decided it was time to make a dream come true.

As spring neared, I checked out organic gardening books from the library. Soon I had picked the perfect spot for my garden and had even chosen what I was going to plant. I was limited in the vegetable choices because my husband, a know supporter of veggiecide, willingly only consumes a few things green – one of them being peas and the other – of all vegetables – lima beans.

Then the purchasing began: seeds, top soil, fertilizer, fence posts, chicken wire, seed starter pots, peat pots… My vegetable abhorring husband was patient as check after check was sent off to seed companies.

A garden tiller.
A garden tiller. | Source

In early spring, a friend arrived with his tiller. It was a banner day for me – the dream was about to take shape. After giving my husband instructions on the tiller’s operation, the friend and I stepped back to watch. It was obvious from the start the tiller had the better of my husband. His face screwed with frustration as he struggled against the beast to till row after row. Our friend turned to me and declared, “He looks like a city boy.” Which, of course, he is.

I forced my husband out to the plot of brown, lonely soil yesterday to proudly show him my growing produce.

“Here,” I said excitedly, pointing to a small corner of the fenced soil. “I have four lettuces growing!”

My husband squinted at the tiny green flecks emerging from the ground. “Are you sure that’s not chickweed?” he asked.

“Of course not! That’s chickweed. Over there.” I pointed to another section of the garden.

“Isn’t that where you planted carrots?” he asked. “Where are the snap peas?”

“They were supposed to germinate here. I think I need to go back to the library and read more about peas.”

My husband stared at the colorless soil where the peas should have been. Then his eyes began darting frantically across the garden looking for his favorite vegetable. “Where are the lima beans?” he asked anxiously.

“Over there,” I said, nodding in a northerly direction.

“Where?” He was squinting again.

“I think I’d better get over to the library,” I replied lamely.

Publicity photo for the TV show "Green Acres."
Publicity photo for the TV show "Green Acres." | Source

He looked back at the four ragged lettuce heads struggling for existence in the barren garden. I could see him adding up the cost of the seeds, top soil, fencing and so forth in his head. I had done this previously and arrived at the exorbitant sum of well over $10 for each of my lettuce heads.

He didn’t comment on the expensive lettuce. He just smiled warmly at me and walked back toward the house humming the theme from the TV show “Green Acres.”

I know my neighbors walk by my leafless, little garden and smile as they mutter “City Girl.” And, yes, it’s true, but my colorless garden looks like a city girl’s dream to me.

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      Kristin Kaldahl 5 years ago

      Thank you for dropping by!!! I, too, started with vegetables. This article is many years old, actually. I went to cut flowers for years but have recently been too busy to garden. I miss doing it, though.

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for sharing this. I started as a vegetable gardener in SF, but switched to flowers