I was feeling confident. Enthusiasm overflowing. The spring breeze in my hair. Anticipation, I could almost feel the fecundity.
I filled it with seeds and seedlings and more seeds, by the handful. I was going to grow things – I was going to Create!
It was all becoming a little bit heady. But as the days passed and spring turned to summer, my little garden bed did grow, and continued to grow. My spinach became fundamentalist in the far end quashing the hopes and dreams of the beets, the tomatoes strangled the smaller low-lying populations of chives and parsley, the endive threw out ballistics in the form of sinewy flowers…
It was a battle. A battle to the death. Who would survive? Who would be evicted? Who would be dispossessed? And, increasingly less importantly, what would we be able to eat?
Needless to say, not very much considering the number of seeds I planted.
So lesson one, the thrill of growing plants should be managed against the logistics of their requirements.