Of all the various hats that I've worn in this life, the one I identified myself
with most was The Gardener. It is a role I very happily dedicated a good
deal of time and energy to each year. Over time, gardening developed into a kind of spiritual practice. I can go out into the garden
and work and find peace and grounding and contentment. My mind becomes quiet
and I am present in the moment, pulling the weed, watering the plant,
harvesting the cucumber. Walter jokingly says that
when I'm gardening, I'm out saying my prayers. And in many ways he is right for there is
a oneness that I experience in the garden that deepens the longer I work there.
In 2014 we sold our home at Winterhaven and hit the road as full-timers
in our Airstream Flying Cloud trailer. The gardener is on hiatus for now
but still enjoys Mother Nature's garden out in nature. She spends a lot
of her time identifying wildflowers now.
The Garden at Winterhaven was not so much my garden as the garden that I tended.
When we moved there and I began to dig the beds and plant the garden my channeling ability allowed me to do it under the direction of the Devas and Nature Spirits associated with this piece of land. I was their hands, their human emissary, in an effort to bring balance and peace to the land. This kind of relationship makes it a little difficult to have proud ownership of the design and decisions since mostly I wasn't the one doing the design or making the decisions. I was simply following their instructions. Admittedly I have always had the right of refusal. I don't get up in the middle of the night to plant things. I don't plant things that we don't like to eat or that I think are ugly or a real pain in the neck to tend. Once balance was pretty much achieved after about 10 years, I was given free rein to plant what I pleased--with the exception of trees which I still ask about before planting.
The garden has become a magnet for birds and critters both the tame and wild variety. It is their haven as it is mine.
I come from a long line of happy, hard-working gardeners. My Schurr grandparents were both gardeners. They had a produce and flower business in Kansas complete with a greenhouse and a florist shop. After they moved to California they had a peach and orange orchard and my grandfather was the gardener for the Whittier Heights schools. My father and most of his siblings were also avid gardeners. Some of my most vivid memories of my dad are of him out working in the yard pruning roses and spreading steer manure on their beds.
I didn't get to learn much about gardening from him since he died when I was 6 but he did leave behind a lovely yard full of roses, camellias and fuchsias that I grew to love growing up.
I puttered at balcony gardening in my 20's and only really became interested in it the summer of 1982 when I decided I really wanted to learn all I could about organic gardening. When we decided to move to Sirius Community in Massachusetts I thought that was what I was going there to learn. While I got some practice in tending the flowers there it turned out that's not why I was there. So when we moved to Oregon in the winter of 1984 and I couldn't find a job I opted to enroll in the Ornamental Horticulture program at Clackamas Community College in Oregon City, OR. I didn't learn anything about organic gardening there either but that was remedied by a subscription to Organic Gardening magazine and the reading of everything I could get my hands on about the subject. Meanwhile I got a lot practice pruning and tending the gardens at CCC and I learned a great deal about the plants that are best suited to gardens in the Pacific NW.
After a year in hort. school we moved to the Seattle area and rented a house that had garden space and I was off and running. I finally had some dirt to dig in to call my own! I made raised beds in the previously tilled garden area and double-dug two beds in a sunnier area of the yard. And I planted it all full of veggies and flowers. Even with everything planted in late June, we had tons of food from the garden that summer. And I began to learn about the ins and out of organic gardening first hand. I learned about cabbage root maggot that first winter when my purple sprouting broccoli fell over in the wind and I discovered they didn't have any roots! Floating row covers became the rule for the entire brassicas family after that.
In 1987 we moved to Winterhaven and I gardened there until we moved in May of 2014. It was less work over time thank goodness but I still probably put in 250 hours a year pruning, weeding, fertilizing, planting, harvesting and spreading compost. It's been a nice break to not be ruled by the needs of the garden since we moved.
I had a greenhouse where I grew early broccoli and then tomatoes and peppers. In the winter it provided a safe haven for my fuchsias, geraniums and African daisies. I started most of my annual flowers and vegetables from seed under lights in the basement so gardening season never really ended completely. That made traveling a bit of a challenge.
For more details about the garden itself and the things I tended there visit my garden pages.