When I work on the shop online, I like to put a documentary (or two or three) on in the background. It provides much needed relief for the tedious process of photo editing, or re-tagging, or even just making treasuries.
Today I chose “Encounters at the End of the World,” which is about Antartica. It has its’ overly artsy moments, as they all seem to do. But the thread through it is the idea of impermanence. They interview the man who runs a green house, supplying food for the scientific community (which is all “towns” are in Antartica). He talks about how many of the people who populate these communities come to be there, and he says several things that I find striking. He says that they are at the bottom of the earth. That everyone else has ties to something and they don’t, so down they fall to the South Pole. He talks about PhDs doing dishes, and linguists drawn to a continent “with no language.” There is also an interview with a Slavic expat who has been living on the South Pole for years but still keeps a pack with him ready in case he ever needs to leave at a moments notice.
This is all very interesting to me. I have always led a life with little ties. After I left home for college, my parents moved to Italy and rented our house out, leaving me effectively rootless. For several years after that I bounced around owning very little. Basically a plastic box of clothes, a mattress, a cat, a geriatric dog and sometimes a car. Oh, and an inexplicable amount of books. Everything was in a milk crate, ready to be turned up and put in the back of a truck. After the dog passed away, it was no holds barred. The cat, Edward Teller, was well trained to be flexible. I used to take him in the car with me like a dog on errands. I would take him when I visited places, knowing if I let him outside anywhere he would come back. We moved 9 times one year.
It was exhausting.
Things are very different now. Lief calls it “nesting” and it most certainly is. I still probably move much more often than the average person. Maybe I will always be that way. I don’t know. But I have been in this apartment almost a year (literally a personal record, since leaving my parents house) and though we are talking about moving again sometime between now and October, it is only towards the purpose of settling down even more.
The question is, are we moving BEFORE or AFTER my garden!??
It is March, which means both that I have recently suffered a birthday and more pleasantly, it is almost time to start seeds!
I have had a garden for the last 3 summers (even though I have had to move several of them…) and it is one of my most valued pleasures. I like to grow heirloom plants exclusively if possible (something else I owe to Etsy) because I value bio-diversity AND deliciousness!
Last year the garden was kind of a failure (due to my lack of time and attentiveness, an enterprising ground hog, my 90+ year old landlord who hadn’t even heard of some of the stuff I was planting and who “weeded” most of it, and her caretaker who planted generic seedlings on top of my beautiful sprouting leafies!!! ARGH) and I am determined NOT to repeat that mistake. Not only is it incredibly gratifying to work the ground, but the ability to provide food for yourself and your family (or in my case, Lief and Colin) is absolutely joyful.
Here are some of the things I have been dreaming about from Etsy.com seller TheBearFootShaman whom I bought many seeds from last year. If you love tomato salad, I REQUIRE you to invest in the heirloom tomatoes… They are becoming very trending and you can usually find them in local greenhouses as seedlings. I have not yet conquered starting tomatoes from seeds…