"If these gardens on the edge of the harshness of this desert are teaching me anything it is that life doesn’t flourish under strict order and control. Life is not pristine perfection. Life is a little bit ‘messy’!"
A community garden in Ballard, Seattle, WA in July. |
I happened upon a small community garden nestled in the
middle of Ballard and marveled at the brilliant blue flax flowers, vibrant
nasturtiums, and young zucchinis peeking out from under deep green leaves. I
gazed at the small apple tree winding itself around and through a fence at the
garden’s entrance. The mulch was soft under my feet, so different from the
crunch of the dusty gravel usually under my feet in my gardens in Las Vegas.
The air was so full of moisture and the soft filtered sunlight had a quality of
making all of the colors brighter, while the intense sun of the Mojave Desert
tends to bleach and wash things out.
The contrast is sharp between the effortlessly verdant
community gardens of Seattle and the rugged defiance of my gardens in Las
Vegas, NV. The nasturtiums I planted here in the Mojave scorched months ago.
The work of an Urban Farmer Desert Rat is not an easy one. In the intense heat
of the summer it is certainly no joke! The plants and the people must be of a
tougher and harder variety. When I see my gardens in all of their comparative
lushness in the middle of July I am convinced a miracle has happened. It seems
so magical to plant a seed, watch over it, and then be rewarded with beautiful
tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, cucumbers, zucchini, and so, so much more! The
green spiny leaves with the brown edges represent a battle being won, a fight
for life on the edge.
A school garden in Las Vegas in the middle of July. |
I am amazed I can grow food in such an extreme place. The
Mojave is the driest desert in North America and Las Vegas is only a stone’s
throw away from Death Valley. We only get 4 inches of rainfall a year. Our
summer temperatures easily reach 116 degrees F in the shade. Our UV indexes are
in the extreme category and, yet, in the winter we will have days below
freezing and every once in a while snow will fall on the valley floor. This is
a desert that will not suffer fools; human, plant, or otherwise!
To garden or farm in this desert, ideas about the perfect,
beautiful garden must change… these gardens and small farms are rough around
the edges and their keepers have dirt under their fingernails! We rain sunblock
laced sweat onto the soil! My gardens are the one place I let go of control and
perfection because I know in order to get the best production I have to let the
plant be a plant and do what it needs to do. I am not in charge here! I let the
plant do its thing and I just give it the support and help it needs. If I want
cucumbers I had better be willing to let it spread out to its heart's content.
Attempts to maintain strict control will give you a smaller yield and could stress the
plant; attracting disease and pests. Zucchini doesn’t care about the borders of
a raised bed and will happily sprawl over the edge, but the reward is usually
more zucchini than you know what to do with! Small cherry tomatoes grow best
here and being indeterminate they will happily sprawl and grow and cover the
ground. I have seen many attempts to cage and corral these beasts; resulting in
huge plant towers and then crushed cages and broken stakes. The exposed fruits
are scorched by the sun, eaten by the birds, and the leaves crisped. The thing
about these tomatoes is if you let them spread out, they will create new roots
along their stems which make it easier to transport water and nutrients
throughout the plant; resulting in more tomatoes. The leaves will shade and
hide the fruits from predators. It may seem messier, but the plant is
healthier!
So many people have images in their heads of immaculate,
controlled, orderly gardens but I am learning that a slightly messy vegetable
garden is a very productive garden. The plants, the soil, and the entire garden
ecosystem benefits from this slight wildness and little bit of chaos. It
reminds me of how much people love pristine mountain lakes not realizing they
are dead lakes… while a thriving, living, and biodiverse lake is a messy and
sometimes scummy lake. If these gardens on the edge of the harshness of this
desert are teaching me anything it is that life doesn’t flourish under strict
order and control. Life is not pristine perfection. Life is a little bit ‘messy’!
We need to recognize as a society that our attempts to
control nature and make her perfect are not in the best interests of life on this
planet. We need to realize that the controlled gardening of our grandparents
isn’t necessarily the best way to grow food. In fact, many of our agricultural
practices and traditions, particularly in the west, haven’t been developed with
the goal of using the same piece of land for thousands of years. Our model has
been to use up and area and then move on to the next. Our goal has been to
dominate and control our plants instead of working with and helping our plants
flourish.
Our climate is becoming more extreme and we need to
experiment and try new things with the aim of sustainability and growing food on
a piece of land for the next thousand years. We need to re-evaluate our ideas
of perfection and messy. We need to learn to let our plants be plants and do
what they do best.
We need to see the beauty in a little bit of chaos.
Sources and Further
Reading:
Macy, Joanna and
Molly Brown. (2014). Coming Back to Life.
New Society Publishers: Gabriola Island, BC Canada.
Pollan, Michael.
(2006). The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A Natural
History of Four Meals. The Penguin Press: New York.
Pollan, Michael. (1991). Second
Nature: A Gardener’s Education. Grove Press: New York.
Great article!! Learned a great deal!
ReplyDeleteLove this Jen!! I totally agree - I can feel a very distinct difference in the energetics of wild nature versus pristine controlled agriculture. I feel so so much more alive and nourished in the wild. Even feel my entire body breathing more deeply. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Hannah!
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