Sunday, May 30, 2010
FLOWERS AND FRUIT
I do not use chemicals in my garden. If the roses develop black spot, as they invariably do, they get the tough love treatment. If insects feast on the basil, i let them. Between these plagues and the herd of deer that took up residence in my neighborhood a few years ago, only the toughest plants survive. Old roses and thorny shrubs usually survive Bambi's depredations. Gooseberries yield a respectable crop. Quince is another story. It sets fruit that promises a glorious harvest, but in autumn all manner of fungi and insect attack the fruit and render it inedible.
Maybe it is naive to try to garden organically in this part of the world. Maybe it is folly to try to combine writing and gardening unless one is Vita Sackville-West. I persist out of the mad hope that one of these days everything will order itself beautifully. Who know? Ii might be right.