A Plot at Last!

Only not the one I have been thinking of most of my life. The plot I yearned after, that proved most often elusive, was a fictinal plot, a very Freytag triangular twist, a linear circulular thing with turns, ending at the only possible place at last. That plot still eludes me.

I speak of the garden plot. After years of being on the fence about the commitment, then on a waiting list, I am renting a community garden plot in town. It is an eight foot by twelve foot rectangle, fence almost securely, with a broken gate I remedied with bungee cord.

It took several days to weed, by working diligently with stirrup hoe and other implements.

Indira Ganesan, Weeded Plot, 2022

I’ve inherited a jaunty sun ornament I affixed to the gate, and a few stakes. I pilfered some bits of thrown out lumber, to create very uneven boxes, and added bagged compost, plus community loam. I started with cosmos, sweet peas, and marigolds, and then put in eight dahlias that had arrived as two inch tall root cuttings, which I nourished into foot tall plants for months at my studio windows.

Sadly, the dahlias contracted yellow mosaic virus, and had to be pulled out and thrown away. Luckily, a friend gave me kale and cantaloupe starts, so they went in instead. A plant sale at a fairground, plus various garden centers yielded eggplant, zucchini, cucumber, borage, and more kale. I ordered four kinds of tomatoes, and planted more marigolds, basil, landcress, and nasturtiums. Fellow plotters gave me butternut squash and calendula.

Indira Ganesan, Mostly Planted Plot, 2022.

My expectations are low, and I must remember to water. Hopefully, it will thicken, this plot.

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