Some of you might have noticed that I haven’t said anything about my garden for awhile. That’s because I don’t have one right now. As much as it broke my heart, I had to give C10 and B10 up this year. The drive was getting overwhelming (it could be a long one in traffic), I was having trouble keeping Eamonn interested, and the rates were raised this year.
Ivey Ranch is extremely reasonable in its rental rates — so much so that it’s almost embarrassing to say we just couldn’t swing them this year. But, with our budget and because we used the garden plots to save money on food (and therapy!), it financially just wasn’t feasible anymore. With tearful farewells, I bid goodbye to my plot mates and donated what garden items I couldn’t use anymore to a swee set of German retired couples who had come out to start plots of their own.
The great blessing in this is that I will be starting a new garden this July. It’s free, it’s within walking distance if I want, and it is in a contained yard where Eamonn is free to run and play. A very good friend of our family, Murray, has kindly donated the space in his yard to me and even worked to clear out planting room. I am contractually obligated to pay him in salsa.
So, that’s why you aren’t hearing about Ivey Ranch these days. I miss it. But mostly I just miss the folks and some of them I couldn’t have back even if I was still there.