For the past dozen years, it has been struggling to grow as I yell at the announcers on whichever radio station is broadcasting the Orioles games.
I’m a tried and true and for the past many years, blue, baseball fan. [August 2014 Update: Orioles are in first place in the AL East, not so blue this year.]
Baseball lends itself well to listening. I have tried ripping weeds while listening to football, but the Ravens demand that I watch them. In the winter, I start seeds under lights in the basement watching college hoops. I will listen to lacrosse games while I garden. And run in and out of the house during the Masters. But mostly, it’s baseball and my garden.
It has been a long, hard, sad stint since 1997. Gardeners must have patience. [August 2014 Update: Patience started paying off when Buck Showalter showed up.]
One day the black and orange will be back. One day I won’t be asking, “How did they blow a five run lead in the ninth?”
Here is where I write about my garden and the gardens I visit. I use this blog to explore issues that concern me like sustainability, scarce water resources and organic gardening practices. And I write about issues that intrigue me when it comes to the overwhelming beauty of our world or a simple vegetable garden.
I focus on the little pleasures, those that put the crop ruining plagues in perspective — a rose, a pear, a fig, a tomato:
Because I know, there’s always next year.