Not Chardonnay. No, rainbow chard won the heart of this urban gardener in her first year's planting in Boulder, Colorado. I had no idea of chard's dutiful beautiful productivity. It started producing in early June. And it still beckons on November 1. Still adorns soups and quiches. Which go well with Chardonnay . . .
Before winter clamps down on my little 10' x 10' patch of dirt, let me recall the sweaty progress
Before winter clamps down on my little 10' x 10' patch of dirt, let me recall the sweaty progress
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from here to here!
After two weeks of digging out sod, we measured, dug, whacked and configured.
Then came the planting of seeds.
Few things in life rival bare dirt. I am afraid to read the new research that claims no till gardening is the salvation of this planet. I just plain love to be near the promise and smell and texture and color of blank dirt.
Which converts to green harmony each summer.
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We had mothball-sized hail, and still the garden flourished. We had drowning rains and 1,000 year floods and my chard continues in spite of or actually, truthfully, in collusion with it all.
The spirit in soil can save us.
Stop what you're doing and go meet some dirt.
