Dear Ms. Hatch,
Two days ago I awoke to a constant drizzle. It was misty, green and hushed; you know, the kind of morning where you feel like you need a cup of herbal tea and a big robe? I had gotten in the habit of checking on my plants and that morning found the green little buds greeting me "good morning."
For the past several years I've felt very much like Mary Lennox asking her big scary uncle for "a bit of earth" -- a little spot of my very own where I can grow whatever I want (keeping climate in mind of course). Except I'm not approaching my big scary uncle, I'm approaching my big scary Bureaucracy who unlike Sir Craven, replied with a big fat "no." The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi, my name is Angela and I'm calling about growing a garden about 20 ft from my cabin on the south side in an already disturbed area where they installed the new water system and the native vegetation was destroyed and hasn't had a chance to recover-it's the perfect place (yes, I use run-on sentences when I talk. Especially when I want something).
Housing Official: Yeah, I heard the message(s) you left me. I talked to Kay who is our Wildlife Brigade manager and she said that growing a garden is a bear food-storage violation.
Me: So that's a no?
Housing Official: (stutters) uh, yes. That's a no.
Me: Thanks. [click]
Okay, now my question. I failed to mention that I had already planted a garden in pots that are currently soaking up rain (yet another day of constant drizzle) and beginning to sprout. My little beauties. I've had this goal to make a meal with things I've grown completely with my own hands and I have yet to realize it. I don't think lettuce smells too entirely strong, nor do I see how it is any different that people keeping their beer bottles on the back porch for recycling (or Liesel's diapers for that matter). Is this one of those times where I "take no for an answer" by discreetly moving my pots out of view to the backyard? Please say yes.
Your truly,
Lettuce have a garden.
Dearest lettuce have a garden,
ReplyDeleteYou go, girl, for being brave enough to just do it! I think this is a case where the rules don't apply to Hatches. :) I say let the garden grow.
Love,
Yours truly
Resondingly YES! I say plant the garden in the pots! In the future, don't ask permission. Just do it!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written. Grow, lettuce, grow! If you can grow vegs in the Moab desert, you can do it in Moose!
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