There are so many good things happening in my garden right now. My Red Rome apple has set a ton of fruit even though it’s still sitting in a dirt pile in the driveway. We dug it up from the other house and haven’t decided where to put it yet.
I love fava flowers with their bold black marks and stripes. I planted them late this year so I’m not sure how they’ll do but it seems they’re doing fine so far. It just might be later than usual when I get to harvest them.
All of our blueberries were transplanted from our last house and are doing pretty well. This particular one is in the same dirt pile as the Red Rome. In spite of not having a deep place to send its roots down in, it looks pretty happy.
The peas are very tall and covered in blossoms though I have yet to find any pods. Peas really love our cool climate here.
Seeing all the good fruit and flowers growing in my garden right now is a little bittersweet because there’s a strong chance we’ll have to move. Not to a new house but to a rental. We’re trying to work with our bank so that we can keep our house but the truth is, it doesn’t look good. So I walk around and wonder what I’ll get to taste before I have to pack up and find somewhere new to live.
We’ve started four gardens at four houses since becoming homeowners 10 years ago and I’ve gotten better at it with each one. Every time I plant fruit trees and look forward to tasting the first tiny harvest and each time I end up moving before I get to enjoy them.
We like to think of ourselves as modern-day Johnny Appleseeds, planting fruit trees everywhere we live so that others can enjoy them after we’re gone. Establishing fruiting trees in a world that talks about starvation and wonders how we can feed all the people in the world while planting non-fruiting apple trees and ornamnentals feels useful and positive.
If we don’t get to keep this house we will probably never be able to own a house again and my gardening days of collecting antique roses, establishing fruit trees, and growing my own vegetables will be likely be over. It doesn’t mean I can’t continue to do a lot of the things that define urban homesteading.
I am thinking about places where I can transplant some of my treasures so that I can visit them.
But who knows, maybe some amazing bit of luck will allow me to stay put.