From the garden massacre (practice)

Not but a few months ago, my ambitions were swollen. So how I decided to resolve this, was to til the land, more specifically a small patch in from of my front entrance to my place. Knowing that the season was short I found a veggie that would fruit within my temporal constraints. Zucchini's tend to fruit within a few weeks to a month, so they were my first choice, though I dissented into other squash and whatever fruits and/or veggies that were overly aged in my refrigerator.

After the arduous task of tilling, moving manure, and outright digging through the clay/sand soil, I acquired seeds, tools and applied them to the newly converted ground. After the first week the tiny plants sprouted, shedding there casings, the excitement that I was feeling was explosive! This in fact is my first garden, that is first garden that I have maintained and propagated, making everything that I get an advent of my will, and therefore filling me with elation everyday.

This great deal of happiness was shortly stifled. Sadly, I didn't realize the implications of planting readily eaten plant material in a dieing field. Everyday, a new leaf, the size of the dish used for thanksgiving turkey, is gone! The terror of the spring loaded menace had struck, and being smack dab in a field protected by the state, I have no means, right now, of getting rid this radical population.

This morning, I stood at the edge of my colony of plants and mourned. Yes, the process of nature means that I helped out the population of grasshoppers, but I didn't want to! I wanted to perpetuate my own life cycle and well, the lives of those (humans) that are willing to enjoy my produce. All-in-all, I'm grateful for everything that mother earth gave me, I just wish that she would have given more to the plants.