This fall, for the first time, we covered our raised garden beds with the bedding that was cleaned out of the chicken coop. We don’t usually give our soil any fertilization or insulation and have a friend to thank for the suggestion. As I raked the pine shavings over the soil, I gave thanks to my garden. I was especially thankful that it managed to produce despite my planting it a month late.
I was a month late in planting because we were moving into our newly renovated kitchen at the time. Still painting trim. The month of June was busy. But I knew all along I would plant a garden. I have a lot to learn as a gardener, but I still enjoy it. I love to witness the growth. How it varies from year to year. I love the process and the learning. A garden is an endless source of education.
What I learned from my garden this year:
Starting late is often better than not starting at all.
Clearly, I couldn’t have delayed another month. But when you look at our growing season in New England, your typical season is three months. So I started a ⅓ of the way in. I lucked out and got an extra month because September was hot. Even if it had not been, I still would have been thankful for the experience. That is where the richness and learning is: in the experience.
I think we have certain goals in life that we think we’ve passed by. It is too late. We should have done it a long time ago.
But is it too late? Are you still interested in some aspect of that goal? What about the potential experience still excites you?
What if you considered that starting late could be more rewarding than never starting?