Someone to spread the compost, plant the bulbs I haven’t yet gotten to, haul away the weeds and debris, turn the beds, and… There’s not a gardener on the planet who wouldn’t welcome a little assistance every now and then. Mostly now; when and where I say so, thank you very much!
Today’s post, the 3rd in our series…
The 12 days of Christmas for gardeners,
cooks and people who eat
…is the gift of time, effort and good honest work.
Gift certificates for childcare, a candle lit bath or a sensuous massage are all very well and good for those good folks who finished up their fall garden chores in a timely matter. The rest of us mere mortals are still shuffling the sack of Allium bulbs alongside an enormous grocery list, shopping bags, and boxes of ornaments waiting to be hung on the still-not-yet-purchased Christmas tree.
Outside, fallen leaves on the front walk are matting into a soggy slick posing a danger to unwitting visitors and anyone trying to make their way to the front porch to deliver holiday goodies. And then there’s the tarp covered with bare root hostas awaiting their new home.
The season is never quite long enough for all that needs doing. Here’s my fantasy list of garden-work gift certificates I’d love to find in my stocking on Christmas morning:
- 1 yard organic compost neatly tucked around the perennials in my new shade bed.
- Mountains (OK–lots) of rich chicken manure dug into my vegetable garden which is seeming a little low on resources…hmmm, aren’t we all?
- A date with a sensitive arborist to tidy up my venerable-but-shaggy Japanese Maple and maybe take a little off the sides of the Queen in the backyard who’s getting a little long in the tooth herself.
- Blackberry patrol~sadly having nothing to do with smart phones.
- Tool sharpening – be still my heart!!!
- A gleaming shiny polish on my vintage travel trailer garden folly would make me giddy.
Go ahead and include a massage and a candlelit bath if it’ll make you feel better – but trust me, a helping hand and a strong back is pure GOLD and a small price we all pay for the many gifts of the garden.