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Pruning Season

Pruning Season

July — here, in the Southern Hemisphere, the second month of winter. In southern Australia, this means just-above freezing temperatures, rain, rain, and more rain. It also means pruning season. We’ve inherited several fruit trees and herbs in our garden, and we are learning how to care for them. My husband uses the pruning shears with confidence, while I cringe every time he marks a plant for pruning. Each time a branch is trimmed, I worry that growth will stop,…

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Lettuce & weeds

Lettuce & weeds

Among my lettuce seedlings, tiny weeds had sprung up — they were intertwined with the fragile lettuce leaves, and I could not get my fingers in there skillfully enough to remove the weeds. But finally, when the seedlings were large enough to thin out, I was able to transplant them to areas of the garden with more space, where sown seeds had not sprouted, in the process removing the weeds that had grown up with them. Jesus talks about the…

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Gardening thoughts

Gardening thoughts

It’s springtime in the Southern Hemisphere, which means I’m hunting for my gardening gloves. Given the climate I now live in, my gardening tools should be readily accessible, but it’s taking some effort to reshape my Western-Pennsylvanian planting paradigm. My vegetable bed was a mess. Grass and weeds spilled over the sides of the bed, wrestling for dominance over the space. Snails, relishing the darkness and dampness of winter, clung to the frame of the bed and enjoyed free reign….

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Plum Harvest

Plum Harvest

The abundance of plums won’t be harvested easily. Not a child anymore, I grasp the branches, hoisting myself with one grunting pull up into the leaves. Cobwebs cling to my hair and face, dead branches scrape at my arms, a few drawing blood. I steady the small containers, balancing them just so, willing them not to tip. Like myself, they are inadequate to the task: simple tupperware, available, sturdy, but too small, too tall, not quite right. Snapping off some…

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Melbourne Autumn

Melbourne Autumn

Autumn is creeping in. Here, she forgoes the loud parade: the trees unfurling their flags in bold reds, yellows, and oranges; the trumpet blasts of football crowds the twirling of rakes, the gentle music of crisp leaves, skittering and scraping along the sidewalks and streets. Instead, the nights grow slightly cooler — perhaps we’ll need the doona tonight. The tomato plants are turning brown — next to them, the pumpkin vine squirms, waiting for me to uproot its neighbor and…

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Apricots

Apricots

This week the apricots are ripening. I’m not the only one to have noticed—the crows, and another Aussie bird I haven’t identified yet, are eager to get their share of the harvest. I can’t begrudge them too much: unlike the tomatoes and the strawberries, the pumpkin and the cucumber that are growing in the vegetable patch, I haven’t labored over this fruit tree. It was here when we came, planted, cared for, and pruned by others more diligent and experienced…

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