It’s always exciting for us here at Glen Road to see our first acorns of the season. It reminds us that Fall is on its way, as well as reminds us about how our blog got its name “Acorns On Glen”. You see, behind our house on Glen Road, there are a number of oak trees that grow acorns during the Spring and Summer. At a certain point, the oaks, after getting permission from Mother Nature, decide to remind us about the upcoming Fall season by dropping hundreds of acorns on top of our roof for at least two to three weeks. Sometimes so many fall at one time that it sounds like bullets spraying the top of our house from some imaginary gun in the back yard. It has become a yearly ritual in our home and we laugh every time we hear the noise or have someone new in the house who asks us, “What was that?”. The falling acorns also signal a period of increased barking from our Yorkie, JoJo. She is always on the lookout for intruders (i.e., squirrels, chipmunks or the UPS delivery man) and hearing the acorns falling on the roof always brings about several barking episodes a day. Yes, it does get a little annoying with her continual barking, but we realize she is just trying to keep us safe and sound.
When we started “Acorns On Glen” about a year and a half ago, I wrote that I wanted it to be about new beginnings and being able to better realize what was real and good in my life. At the time I started writing my first blog post, I was pretty down about life and was only seeing and thinking about what’s wrong in it versus what was right. The blog was a new beginning to me and I hoped it would become a vessel where I could document gratitude for all of the great things that were happening in my life. I wanted the blog to be a chronicle about a great life….my great life. I’m glad to say that it has truly worked and seeing the first acorns of the season reminds me of new beginnings and of just how far I’ve come in appreciating this journey called life!
When I returned home from my time in Las Vegas over the 4th of July and found that woodchucks had eaten my garden down to nothing, I truly thought that my 2012 garden was finished. It was leveled. In my mind, there was no way that the plants could ever recover. I mean, remember this picture of the green bean patch?
Looking at the destruction, I figured there was no way that these stripped stems and branches could ever recover, let alone produce vegetables to eat. I was wrong! Nature (as I have said many times before) always surprises. Well, Nature has surprised me again and I am glad to tell you that with a number of hot and sunny days coupled with some rainy days thrown in the mix as well, my garden has come back from the dead. Not only has it quickly grown back, but I have also picked vegetables to eat in almost every grouping that I planted this Spring. Take a look at a few shots of the destroyed green bean patch as it looked this weekend. Pretty amazing recovery, huh?
Not only has the patch grown back, but the plants have bloomed and started to deliver delicious green beans to pick and eat. I would have never dreamed of picking a single bean back around July 4th.
The next hardest hit grouping were the tomatoes. The woodchucks had done a fine job of eating them down to only their stem and branches. Not one leaf could be found. The tomato plants looked like weird little stick designs. It was hard to tell that they were ever a tomato plant. Not anymore. The tomato plants have flourished given our weather as you can see in the shot above and they are trying their hardest to give us as many tomatoes as possible before Fall begins. Take a look at these little fellows.
I don’t want to forget to mention the eggplant, turnips and beets as well. They were mowed down to the top of the soil by the evil critters and have come back with a vengeance. The eggplant, in particular, are now closing in on two feet tall!
So here is one of my learnings from the 2012 garden. Never give up on Nature. Just when you think you are down for the count, Mother Nature seems to always pull a fast one to bail you out. Who says you can’t perform magic tricks in the garden? My garden is proof to show you that Mother Nature is quite the magician.