The Dirt: The goodbye garden

As leaves fall and a late frost arrives, I gaze at my garden. I’ve been busy these past few weeks, and now I’m weighed down by the guilt of all the unfinished garden tasks. Driving to work, I’ve seen other gardens freshly plowed, cleared of their brown cornstalks and rotting tomatoes. Mine remains a mix of cleared sections, tangled tomato vines and a few rows of young collard greens.

Welcome to the jungle: In this fall garden patch, the arugula runs wild, the cherry tomatoes creep underneath, and the greenhouse in the background remains incomplete. Photos by Margaret V. Williams.

The ‘Matt’s Wild Cherry’ tomatoes, for example, keep producing juicy red clusters, so I’ve let them linger. A few winter squash—the deep red-orange ‘Potimarron’ and the big, green, oval ‘Sweet Keeper’—lie ripening among yellow-brown bean vines. A few rows of dark-green collards still thrive in the crisp weather. Sweet-sorghum canes wave nut-brown seed heads in the breeze. I’ve picked a few for fall flower arrangements, and I’ll save some for next year, though what makes me sad is that I may not be gardening this plot next year. Where I’ll be planting all my saved seeds—‘Fife Creek’ okra, ‘Williams Striped’ tomatoes, Russian kale and others—I’m just not sure.

With a blend of hope, sorrow and anxiety, my partner and I have placed our little farm on the market. We’re selling so we can move closer to town. We’re hopeful because there’s no lack of special homes in the Asheville area awaiting good stewards. We’re sad to leave this remote yet beautiful spot in the middle of a national forest. We’re anxious because the economy is a mighty depressing mess, and selling could take awhile.

But there’s something stubbornly idealistic about farmers. Every year my grandfather planted corn, though some years he didn’t get enough for one baby raccoon to savor. And in my case, there’s the added element of rookie mistakes. I planted water-loving tomatoes during a drought and found myself committed to many hours of hand-watering. I planted green beans but didn’t factor in how much my neighborhood deer would enjoy the crop. I planted sweet sorghum simply because it made me think of chewing on sweet canes when I was a kid, and I wondered how it would fare on my mountainside (the canes would have been thicker if it had received more sun and a little more water, but otherwise it thrived). I calculated and estimated growth patterns, laying out garden sections with a measuring tape—only to watch some varieties defy my expectations (the description on the ‘Matt’s’ seed packet claimed it was a spreader; this proved to be no exaggeration, as the low-growing vines intruded into adjacent rows faster than the Invasion of the Body Snatchers). One row of banana peppers got lost in the ‘Matt’s’ jungle and may not be seen until I dig up the section.

Still, amid the uncertainties, I ponder next year. Will I try new varieties? Will my farm sell before it’s time to plant, come spring? Will I be planting a small urban garden at a new home?

In any case, I hope I’ve learned a thing or two. Gardening is a bit like living your life. You try this or that, see what works (or doesn’t), clean up your messes and your successes, and move on.

Meanwhile, this year’s edition of The Dirt will also end soon—our last offering will appear in the Oct. 29 issue. But I’ll be thinking of gardens and greenery during the cold months ahead. I’ll peruse seed catalogs, read garden books and dream of spring. For now, though, I’m musing on the many ways to enjoy collards.

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About Margaret Williams
Editor Margaret Williams first wrote for Xpress in 1994. An Alabama native, she has lived in Western North Carolina since 1987 and completed her Masters of Liberal Arts & Sciences from UNC-Asheville in 2016. Follow me @mvwilliams

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