Thanks in enormous part to my favorite childhood books, “The Secret Garden” and “Alice in Wonderland,” I imagined the colors and aromas that may brighten my senses and how my own small hands would one day cultivate my garden, my haven.
This dream grew greater and it’s ultimate purpose richer while I was living and working in California’s gorgeous Napa Valley where I experienced another “Secret Garden” of sorts; Thomas Keller’s wonderful French Laundry restaurant.
Chef Keller’s food was amazing, of course, but it was the entire experience of the celebration of farm and garden fresh goodness that elevated my imagination in the ways of the tasty greatness of living.
When I strolled through the herb and vegetable kitchen gardens between courses, all I could think was “brilliant.”
Learning that building relationships with conscientious, local farmers was as important to Chef Keller as building clientele, made me want to be a better person altogether.
Delicious successes are the stuff of my dreams, and The French Laundry left an indelible impression, planting the seeds in my head for my future culinary garden adventures.
The lovely notion of harvesting tender greens, edible flowers and heirloom tomatoes intrigued me so, that I began to collect every quality book and research just exactly how to have and make my green dreams a reality.
My spirit is not one that leans towards idle contemplation however, I’m more of a jump right in there kind of gal. So when we moved out to this 202 acre property in western Oregon, nearly seven years ago, one of my very first orders of business was to stick something in the ground and see if it grows.
Bryan, my winemaking husband-love, is also the viticultural project manager on this piece of land. He has overseen every phase of the transformation of this one-time grass farm and overgrown scrub oak, blackberry thicket into the spectacular vineyard of Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, Chardonnay and Riesling it now is, here in the heart of Willamette Valley, Oregon.
Though my Bryan was, and is, completely supportive of my endeavors, he is still so very busy with the enormous task of the management, care and harvesting out here (not to mention the full time primary job of crafting the wines for the 50,000 case winery) so if I am to see this garden dream through, I’ll have to rely on gumption, grit and cooperation of my two children.
I was determined to learn how to have my dream garden as I was planting it.First year was really about cleaning up this abandoned, forsaken piece of land that had become overwhelming to the elderly couple that occupied this space as of seven years ago.
Then, I planted, in very unforgiving, hard as a rock, early autumn soil; lavender, rosemary, some shrubs and bulbs.
There were already apple trees, a pear tree and two walnut trees here, so I reaped their harvest in fall and made some really yummy desserts and preserves from these treats.
Year two, we not only put in some more herbs, but I cleared out an old wood shed on the property, moved in a cast iron sink I dug up on the grounds and hooked it up to fresh water to create a hen house.
The fact that I had never had so much as a goldfish in my life did not hamper my enthusiasm to pursue my small farming dreams.
And just how could I possibly have a little farm without chickens?
More digging around the circa 1885 abandoned farm house yielded some wooden fruit boxes I thought would serve nicely as nesting spots and laying boxes that in the late spring became home to our first batch of chicks, later becoming my sweet hens.
The third year was all about building a compost heap, amending soil, hauling rocks and constructing raised beds for artichokes, broccoli, tomatoes, herbs and squash.
I hand (and heart) tended to the aphids, slugs, mildew, earwigs, mice, weeds, birds and more and learned tons about what works well and what doesn’t, "on the job", as it were–at least in that year.
Also working with my husband in the winery and vineyard out here in Willamette Valley, has taught me the true meaning of the word “vintage.“ As this term may apply to small farming beyond the grape, and based on weather, crops can be very different here and where once there was success, next year there may be devastating failure, particularly if you’re wanting to grow and tend organically, as I am.
Thinking of all of the farming families that rely on crops coming in in tact for their livelihood and survival, gives me pause every time I lose a tomato plant to a surprising late spring frost or have a bumper crop of sweet corn to share with our neighbors and friends.
Farming, I believe on any scale, can break a heart and give it wings in an instant or with the changing of the season.Between the pumpkin patch and rows of corn, my children and I were busy as the bees in our vineyard garden from sun up and breakfast on the back deck to sun down, grilling dinner in the middle of the garden and then a luxurious bath where else, but in the garden?
The claw foot tub I had found at a local antiques dealer was my request and gift received for mother’s day that year, and we hooked it up to our home’s hot water heater out in the vineyard garden. In addition to this being an incredibly dreamy bathing experience, I make sure to use all natural soaps so that the next morning I water the vegetables and climbing roses with the tub water.
It was an excellent growing season and grape harvest here as well. Lots of work. Good, good work.
Our backs were sore, our hands were dirty, our hearts were full.
Now, it’s mid spring and the dream is awake, alive and kicking again with the first tiny stalks of corn we planted when the oak leaves were as big as a mouse’s ear already popping up.
Rotating the crop was a lesson learned from last year’s research.We’ve got our third round of tender spring artichokes ready to be steamed or grilled for tonight’s garden supper, and very soon I’ll bake some pound cakes using our farm fresh eggs, whip up some fresh heavy cream with vanilla beans and pile on our second year strawberries (if they make it into the kitchen, that is).
The plans for this year’s garden expansion are as big as our imagination and as diverse as our palates with learning and growing always part of the experience.
I hope that whatever your dream garden may be, you’ll find great joy in the tending.
Happy Mother's Day and blessings until next we meet:)