For the first time in our lives, we hired someone to help us in our garden. We’ve always prided ourselves on being able to plant, build, grow and fix everything on our own. But for the past few months (or longer) life has taken us away from the garden, and our Saturdays of weeding and pruning were eclipsed by weddings, babysitting, guests, and business trips. Not to mention exhaustion. Life. To tell you the truth, I was about to give up on a good part of the garden. I was questioning my ability to maintain it, and I was questioning my sanity, and that made me really sad.
Enter Gregory. He was recommended by a friend of a friend. A local man, we didn’t know anything about him, other than that he was highly regarded because he has a good work ethic. It turns out that Gregory studied agriculture for a couple of years and has spent the past 30 years working the local plantations, farms and gardens. He gave me sage advice on a few problems we had with insects and general lack of thriving. He’s not an organic gardener, but he has local knowledge. I respect what he knows, and he respected my thoughts as we walked through the garden. In no time, he had my gardens weeded and spread with compost, my fruit trees pruned (correctly!), and a couple of acres of shrubs coaxed back into civility. God bless Gregory.
I didn’t do it all myself, and I am not ashamed to say so. The garden is gorgeously naked and ready for me to plant fall crops. I sent Gregory home with winter squash and homemade fig jam, and enough money to make his bills this week. The garden beds are ready for me to plant, and my soul is restored.