My name is Phil. I am just another gardener in a sea of 'people of the earth'-a slowly disappearing breed of homo sapiens who would rather spend countless hours of hard labor in order to eat a dish of spring potatoes than take a quick ride to the grocery store and simply buy them. We are a stubborn lot that refuses to give up our connection with the soil. If you are a member of this website, you are, no doubt, among this dying group of weed warriors that brave the elements and the forces of nature to harvest a fresh bounty of home grown veggies.
However, the sitcom 'Green Acres' comes to my mind every time I think of my current living situation....only in reverse. I've always considered myself a dyed-in-the-wool country boy. My home place in rural northwest New Jersey was nestled in the midst of three dairy farms. It was an agricultural community reminiscent of the early days of the 20th century where everyone you knew grew their own vegetables-to do otherwise was simply unthinkable.
Over the years I have slowly migrated further and further south to the rural areas below the famed Mason-Dixon Line. The further south I travelled, the more I found a double edged gardening sword-the growing season was longer but the garden pests increased in quantity, size and variety. Up north, I would simply plant enough for myself and the pests to share. Down here in Virginia I could plant twenty acres of green beans and the pests would eat them all.
Recently I have moved within the city limits of Roanoke-a home I share with almost 100,000 other people of all shapes, sizes and colors. In my home of Sussex County you would be hard pressed to find 100,000 people in the entire county...unless, of course, you were to count all of the livestock raised there.
How did a country boy who could grow a 200 pound pumpkin from a coffee cup full of soil find himself in the middle of a southern concrete jungle? Alas, it all started one evening as I perused the now famous web site called Match.com and found a very attractive Roanoke City schoolteacher named Julie. Little did I know that as I emailed that charming little lady I would be a few years and several hundred dates away from being a bonafide city dweller.
This blog will be a veritable 'fish out of water' tale that I will attempt to update periodically as I try to harvest a few bushels of vegetables out of a tiny 50' by 100' city lot which is currently mostly covered with gravel. If you stop by regularly, I will try my best to share my sometimes humorous and frustrating gardening experiences with you.
Thanks for the visit....I'll be back soon.