This is the first page of our Migration Book. We wrote it together to keep track of our feelings and dreams about our adventure moving to Vancouver. On one page it says… “I’m going to have a GARDEN again!!” Nearly 20 years of moving every 2 years has meant that countless times I have cut beds, made compost, dug in fertilizer, planted out and moved just as the soil gets good and the vegetables ripen. I was really looking forward to getting a place with enough garden to make something special, and having enough time to do it.
Of course, our dream house is blessed with an aspen tree on one side, nearly 80 feet tall with roots that run through the lawn, surfacing every few feet like cresting dolphins. So, raised beds it is, then. My sister explained that, although we are on a similar latitude and the climate feels the same, one can’t just plant the same varieties as in England. She bought me a book, Growing Vegetables West of the Cascades by Steve Solomon, which I read.
What it doesn’t tell you, but your neighbours will, is that everything is so bloomin’ late. We’ve had a rotten couple of years, but even so, my innate English gardening sense goes off in March – “Brrrrring! Spring Is Here! Lambs are born! Daffodils are out! Plant something!” I just can’t help myself – I gather the seed packets, and start preparing the soil. Then I wait for soil to warm up. Maybe Easter….. or late April….. I can wait until May…. Mothers Day, 13th May, still too cold….. my brother in law doesn’t plant out until late May, I can wait….. Where the F*!@ did June come from? And why is it still cold?