Another 9am-3:30pm day on the farm. This morning I spent most of my time in the greenhouses. I worked in greenhouse 2 in the north field, putting row covers over lettuce. Then, I went over to greenhouse 5 in the south field, and put row covers over the radishes. Row covers are thin blankets of polyester that protect the plants from pests, cold and wind. It's a fairly easy process. You dig trenches on either side of the plants, lay the row cover and use dirt to hold the edges down, making sure it is not too tight.
Before I put on the row covers, I weeded and thinned the radishes out-which is a bit of difficult thing to do. I feel like I am burdened with the responsibility of choosing which plant will live and which will die! Thinning prevents the radishes from "fighting" with each other for space though. (I was a little thrown off by the word "fighting." Why not because they will thrive their little hearts out?)
Sometimes when your weeding and thinning out plants in beds, you come across chunks of vegetables and other food in the dirt because it's been mixed with compost. Today I pulled a couple of garlic cloves out, as well as a rotting onion (oh, did it smell.) It got me thinking what a cyclic and natural place a garden is. I like how our "waste" is so nutritious and beneficial for the soil, but tend to view it as useless remnants taking up space.
It reminded me of a quote,
"If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow, and without trees we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either...
If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the tree cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger's father and mother are in it too...
You cannot point out one thing that is not here -- time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper... As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it."- David Loy
This garden bed of radishes contains everything. Radishes and universe and all!