For the past few weeks we’ve been working in the flowerbeds and garden areas around the house, preparing them to receive the seedlings we started indoors months ago. With no precipitation since early February and powerful springtime winds, the desert is even more of a dustbowl than usual. I’m always amazed at how hard the ground gets from one growing season to the next. We asked a local farmer to plow the field around the house. It had been planted in cotton two years ago but we’ve let it sit fallow until we can be assured of enough irrigation water to plant alfalfa.
I found a packet of sweet corn seeds in the shed and decided to dig up a section of the field to see if they will grow.
Even where the farmer had plowed my shovel barely went an inch below the surface. I put the seed packet back in the shed and I got the hose and started soaking. The miracle of water softens even the most stubborn clods. Over the course of a week I spent hours turning the soil, deepening the bed, raking out the stems of old weeds, mixing in the last of the compost and wondering if I would ever get the seeds in the ground. Finally I decided it was ready.
I planned my short rows and poked holes in the surface. I poured a bit of water into each hole, just for good measure, and then put the seed in the holes, one kernel at a time. I marked the rows before I covered each seed with some nice soil from empty flower pots and firmed it lightly over the top. I sprinkled the whole bed and stood back to admire. It’s all up to the Master Gardener now. I can sprinkle the garden every day but otherwise I just have to wait and wonder.
Isn’t that just how it is with so many of our plans and projects, our hopes and dreams? We respond to an impulse or insight or inspiration. We get down to work, confronting the challenges and obstacles, putting our gifts and talents to the task. But at some point we know deep down that “the results are none of our business”.(T.S. Elliott)
So my field of dreams (a favorite movie of mine!) is planted. I even have some melons and squash seedlings ready to put between the stalks of corn. But for now I just wait and watch and water…and dream.